I almost hit Raven with my car when I pulled into the driveway. Slamming on the brakes and flinging gravel into the wet grass, I blared the horn. "Out of the way, Raven!" I shouted. I let out a slow breath, willing the shaking to stop. No one would forgive me, especially not myself, if I killed Raven- the twin who was supposed to live -even on accident. 
    She stayed planted in front of my car. I honked...

-I love being a part of a supportive community of writers. The encouragement I have received from my peers solidified the fact that I'm not wasting my time with something in which I have no potential. It has really bolstered my drive to write as well as the belief that I can write. 

-The only thing that I have not liked was the review I received back from the write the word editor (whatever they are actually called, I can't...