The only way out is death. But whose?
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Ongoing5m
Last published Thu, Jul 31, 2025
This is a fictional story based off the house I live in. How could a story be based off a house you say? Well, my house has many holes and scratch marks in or on the walls, so I wanted to use my creative mind to make a story off it.
This is my first public story on any platform even though I have been writing for most of my life and it is something I enjoy with my whole heart.
I am looking for feedback on this story on ways to improve it TYSM have a good day.
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