Not Even Murder
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  • Reads 11
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 9m
Ongoing, First published Aug 10, 2023
Mature
*this is 100% fictional, I have never committed a crime*

I wrote this as a way to confess my crimes after he was incarcerated. I can't say that I'm sorry for the lives we've ruined but I'm sorry about what we became...cold blooded killers. 

"it's as though nothing can separate us, NOT EVEN MURDER"

this is a tale of two teenagers and a crime.... a very gruesome crime
Serial Murders!!!

*WARNING*
this may be a bit graphic

Cover photo by Amirsarebani81
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What Happened That Night (Wattpad Books Edition)

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WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Griffin Tomlin is dead. And Clara's sister killed him . . . Four months after the murder, the entire town of Shiloh is still in shock. For Clara Porterfield, the normal world has crumbled around her in a million chaotic pieces. Now Clara lives in a new reality, where her sister awaits trial for murder, her mother obsessively digs in a dead, frozen garden, and her father lives and breathes denial. At school, Clara is haunted by her classmates' morbid curiosity-and all of the unspoken questions they won't ask. But none of them knows what she knows . . . Now Clara's sister wants something from her-the one thing in all of this that Clara isn't ready to face: the truth about what really happened that night. Because this story didn't die with Griffin Tomlin. There's another story that needs to be told. And sometimes, the lies we're told are nowhere near as deadly as the lies we tell ourselves . . .