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Stories by Introverted_African
drag
your dear friend's sat in front of the mirror, humming away a tune you don't recognize. makeup - something Dio loves so dearly.
a hobby of his, rather peculiar for a man; though you suppose anything peculiar fits D...
dead girl walking
the dead have begun to walk. not the skeletons in the cemeteries, no, it's the fresh ones in the mortuary, in the street, in the drains, on the autopsy tables. they're alive, mindless husks rotting away, sure, but...
Sanction
A very short story written for my English class's creative writing unit. Thought I would post it on here because why not?