SINNERS

SINNERS

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Last published Mon, Jun 12, 2017

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Her pale fingers dug into the snow, her uneven bitten up nails scraping the mud that sat beneath it. Her freezing, sweaty palms impaled the snow harshly while her breaths come out soft yet deep, in her right hand a crumpled love note, creating dimples in her hand. The red vile liquid now running down the same hand. The snow red and sky blue, the world's clock kept ticking like always, his death not impacting a single thing in the Earth's rotation. His death would forever change everything. This is the story of Adam, Rue, Hunter and Claire, four teens who hated everything but each other.

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