"We all have systems within ourselves. Sometimes we fight against them, but sometimes we accept them. You're stuck in the middle."
this is for the young writers prize [ rebellion ]
short story #553 || mystery/thriller #204
When something tragic happens it's often said we lose a piece of ourselves. How far would you go to find these lost parts of yourself in order to be whole again?
**This book is for the Open Novella Contest 2020. Welp, we made it onto the longlist, which is like getting the bronze award. Not too bad for a first draft and a first time. I'd like to edit and release a print edition of this book soon. Any feedback is appreciated.