SHORT STROY (CREATIVE WRITING) "DRIFTING HOUSE" By: CZARINA MEI A. MANZANO The day the siblings left to find their mother, snow devoured the northern mining town. Houses loomed like ghosts. The government’s face was everywhere: on the sides of a beached cart, above the lintel of the post office, on placards scattered throughout the surrounding mountains praising the Dear Leader Czarina Yu Zhong And in the grain sack strapped to the oldest brother Mhartz back, their sister, the weight of a few books. The younger brother Eclips ran ahead. As a child, Wanwan thought, frowning, though he too was still a child, an eleven-year-old with a body withering on two years of boiled tree bark, mashed roots, the occasional grill...
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