Broken bones (short story)
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Last published Mon, Mar 11, 2024
Trigger warning for the following
Gore, PTSD(??), warfare, profanity, violence.)
And a message,
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, deaths, and scenarios are all fictional and part of my imagination.
Anything of the following that is comparable to real life is completely coincidental.
Viewer discretion is advised.
[Creator notes]
Hiii this is a short story for one of my npcs, Pelemi! As some of you (only friends ig) know, she was a soldier serving in a war, and this is my interpretation of a flashback of 'after warfare'.
Sorry if anything I wrote was a bit off, please correct me if I interpreted anything wrong.
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