Forrest gave up on his painting. He pushed his brush into the flower he’d just finished and broke the canvas. He blotted the red paint everywhere cursing to himself and crying. He dropped the brush and leaned onto the fence surrounding his balcony. It’s such a shame that the fence wasn’t very tall. He cried and cried until he suddenly fell over the side of it, a hand nudging him over the edge. He stared into the sky as he fell, heart pounding until it couldn’t anymore. That was the very end of his pain.
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Their Thirst For Pride
Mystery / ThrillerEach year, the Queen of Emavaria hosts an annual game where citizens are invited to compete and show off their talents, but what happens when something strange goes on during the 15th annual games? Who is behind all of the murders?
