My name is Fedora, I am 17 And for some days I do not sleep. It started two years ago after the murder of my brother Alfons, a dark night when everything tipped over. It was a full moon night as always, it was quietly installed in the garden playing with Spot when throughout the city the noises of gunshot and laughter sounded, the red light of the torches had plunged the neighborhood into a cloud of smoke Colorful
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Blood is the new moon
Teen FictionImagine that the deepest of your dreams lurks a heavy secret. And if it were possible for you to die at the mere sight of the full moon. A red moon reflected in a puddle of blood
