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FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)
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Zakończone, Pierwotnie opublikowano kwi 15, 2016
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For two years a killer had been on the loose, murdering people indiscriminately, out of worry and part fear Charla's parents send her to live with her uncle in the town of Sharlton far out away from the main city where all the murders take place.
    	Charla understands their reason behind it, but feels for some reason it might not make any kind of a difference, for this killer always seems to attack those who had once hurt her, and now that killer seems to have followed her to the sleepy quite town. 
    	The hunt to find the killer is on but that connection that Charla thinks is a lot closer then she originally believed...
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They Called Me a Tragedy

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[Currently discontinued] I lost everything before I even knew how to live. Orphaned, cast into the care of relatives who never wanted me, I learned early that the world doesn't notice when you disappear. To everyone around me, I am quiet, polite, fragile. I stay in the corners. I smile when I must. People say I'm sweet, obedient, unassuming - perhaps they are right. Perhaps they don't see the ways I watch, the choices I make in silence. I move carefully. I observe. I wait. Some doors, once opened, are better left undiscovered. They called me a tragedy. Perhaps they were right - or perhaps they never truly understood. [currently editing and uploading when suitable]