Consequences

Consequences

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Complete Tue, Apr 27, 20215m

short short-story suspense tragedy

Isla thought it would be a good idea to fake her own death... It wasn't. Read this compelling short story to find out more.

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I thought it was the flu. I thought with some rest and liquids she would be alright. She's not alright, and maybe, maybe neither am I.

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