Christmas Eve, 2006. Me and my brother sit on my grandma and grandpa’s white shag carpet. This year, we’re hoping...
Her mother’s eyes were sunken into her pale skin. Lizzie couldn’t tell if she was awake, or asleep with her...
They kept the windows rolled up, the air conditioning locked on the coldest setting. While the red trees stood tall...
From the cover alone, it is clear where a read through Lawrence alumnus Andrew Graff’s debut novel Raft of Stars...
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