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Phantoms

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Durée 16m

creepiness realisticfiction

Haunting. Stunning. Beautiful. That's what the girl is. Dark. Powerful. Irresistible. The young women with silky black hair flowing over her shoulders, with diseased, rotting skin. She isn't real. Or is She?

We were supposed to write a short story in class, this is mine. If you have corrections or errors you'd like to fix, feel free to tell me. It is supposed to be a realistic fiction story loosely based on realistic aspects of my own experiences.
*written 7th grade year*

Flags
Another short story I wrote. It is probably one of the actually decent pieces I have written and one of my personal favorites.
*written late 7th grade year*Tous Droits Réservés

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