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Skeletons in Plain Sight

Skeletons in Plain Sight

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jan 18, 2018
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Fiction
Mystery
There was part of me that wanted to walk away, to forget that it had ever happened. The darkness in the sky and the icy air mimicked the feeling in the pit of my stomach; the looming fear of possibility that seemed to swallow me whole. Everyone has skeletons; whether it changes who they are is up to them. On this night, a skeleton happened to disappear into plain sight and no one knows what will happen next. If you were drawn in by this teaser, please read my story. This is the first piece of writing that I have had the confidence to post on a public platform so I would love to hear your opinions. However, please keep your comments constructive. Hope you enjoy! There is more to come with time. (All Rights Reserved)
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