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Twisted Vernacular: A Short Story/Prose Collaboration

Intrepid_Imaginer

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Reads 1,768
Votes 101
Parts 6
Time 13m

Intrepid_Imaginer

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Dedicated to an awesome co-writer!

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Synopsis- A boy is searching for his little adopted sister, when he realizes that's she's gone. All she left him was a note saying "sorry" repeatedly. The boy is the overprotective type of brother who will stop at nothing to convince her not to commit suicide. As their two different perspectives clash, will the boy's message hit home? Will she be saved or will disaster strike? Read to find out! 

Background information-We contributed both of our ideas for the prologue/epilogue. Between those two is a total of ten paragraphs, five each person. My paragraphs are in italics, while poeticpuppet's are not. I will be adding a chapter {2 paragraphs and then the epilogue} each time. We hope you enjoy reading because we put a lot of hard work into this and we've went through many revisions. It might get confusing at times because we used metaphors and figurative language, so feel free to comment and ask questions. Thank you so much!

*When we upload all our chapters, see if you can find the hidden poem! Haha, it'll be pretty obvious.All Rights Reserved

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