Charred Bones
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MatureComplete Thu, Jan 21, 202121m
After the blazing decimation of his family and legacy, Frank Mathews is challenged with finding happiness and meaning in his life once again. Seven years pass and Frank is visited by cryptic hallucinations. Interpreting it the wrong way, Frank now tries his hardest to revisit those nightmares and he is ready to risk his life for it.
This is the first story I have ever finished and I have tried dipping my feet into a genre which I am not too familiar with. I tried my best and I hope to receive constructive criticism for Charred Bones and for any of my future projects. I hope you enjoy reading my work. Thank You!
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