Umor na vlaku
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Last published Thu, Jul 2, 2020
Kriminalka. Mišljena kot krajša zgodba (zadaj še nisem prepričana, saj se vse spreminja). Če ste prebrali knjigo Umor na Orient Expresu od Agathe Christie, ali pa pogledali film, se vam bo mogoče zdelo podobno, ampak obljubljam vam, da je dogajanje na vlaku edino kar imata skupnega.
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Moja prva zgodba na Wattpadu, kriminalka, kdo bi si mislil :). Prvič se preikušam v takem stilu pisanja, ampak upam, da vam bi všeč. Počutite se prosti, da pustite kakšen komentar (te bi mi res pomagali, saj sem bolj nesigurna o svojem delu).
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