The series about the Burrell twins ended in a twist that surprised the author, for I was not aiming in that direction when the story began. This is the penultimate paragraph in the series.
"A choking in his throat and a feeling that his heart would stop, Cooter
held his aim. A tear ran down Scooter's cheek, and the report of the
rifles was as one. Two minie balls sped toward their targets."
Read "Burrell's War" here.
Little Margot entertained me over a series of brief stories. This paragraph found its way into the tale "Margot and the Pink Elephant."
But as the elephants approached, Margot suddenly got very quiet and very
still. Very un-Margot-like behavior indeed. The first behemoth was
pink. All over pink. Mother could see that the attendant for whatever
reason had dusted the animal all over with pink powder of some sort.
But little Margot's comprehension was addled, or as we would say in
this day and age, her mind was blown.
Read about the Pink Elephant here.