One snowy afternoon in 1993, I co-wrote my first short story with a classmate on an Apple II. We were eight years old.
Our teacher probably wasn't ecstatic about our plot, which featured a werewolf carving a bloody rein of terror through a small town. She encouraged us anyway, helping us save the story to disk, print two copies on a dot matrix printer, and bind the pages with red plastic combs.
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