The Killing
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This short story is about murder soooo don't read if you don't like murder. When I say short story I mean SHORT. Lol it's only 132 words.
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This is a short story that I wrote year ago. Yes I wrote it at school... It was for practicing creative writing. So the teacher was like you have to incorporate these set words into your story too "briskly, dejected, recumbent, debris, and bundle." We had 10 minutes to write it so I wrote it and the she was like "now upload it to the school forum." And I was like shit! Because I wrote about murder. Haha...
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