Smoke (PAUSED)
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Ongoing7m
Last published Fri, Jan 30, 2015
Maybe on that night I was paranoid?
Maybe I was crazy?
But who wouldn't be after watching everyone you love die?
This is the story of how I became who I am... what I am
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I didn't think I'd be on the run at 16, with two friends and murder on our trail. A bounty over my head, and a race against the clock. I found out things about my self that I didn't think possible, but I guess the monster in the closet watching me was real after all. #1-#OriginalStory (1/10/2020) #1-#SamsDaughter (1/21/2020)
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