Fractured Realities
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Fractured Realities is a short-story (1458 words) about a oc of mine that I did for a English assignment for Unreliable narrators. Hope you all enjoy, and I really am excited to see how you guys interpret what's going on and what's happening, because it is confusing, I will admit. But that's the point.
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