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Three Lies and a Truth

Novel By: ForeverDricka
Young adult

(Note: Read on your own risk. I loved and still love this novel, but as I look back on it, I'm a bit embarrassed by my writing skill back then. I do plan to revise and maybe add a bit more to this story eventually. I'm so sorry. Thank you for even reading this. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 4, 2013    Reads: 191    Comments: 18    Likes: 7   

(A/N: Hi Dumplings! ForeverDricka here, and I have a proposition for you. Taha. Just kidding. I just want you guys to read my novel because you are so lovely. So, alas, here is my new novel 'Three Lies and a Truth'. Hope you like it. Don't forgot to Comment, Like, and Fan. Or as I like to call it CLF. Okay. Happy reading!



I stared up at the familiar house and watched as the man passed around the food in a formal way, as the son and daughter joked around or chowed down, and as the woman smiled with love at the scene. It was perfect - perfect enough that I was going to ruin it just by showing my face and I truly felt gultity. I shouldn't have though; ruining people's life had become part of mine.

I sighed and rubbed my temples hoping to suppress some of the terrible memories that had made me pack up and run out of this town in the first place. I then hitched my backpack further up my shoulder and walked up the small concrete path to the door.

I felt another pang of guilt when I saw the mat with the words 'Welcome' writtened in a perfect script on it but I hid it, so they couldn't see pass my facade, and knocked on the door.

The door opened and I heard a slight gasp.

I looked up at the woman, who looked like a older version of myself.I wondered if she remembers me. It hadn't been that long, so she had to. She needed to. I wanted her to.

"Harley," the woman said, love on full blast in her eyes.

So she did remember me. Well... I guess I should return the favour.

I looked up at her, my hood falling back to reveal my famous smirk decorating my features before I replied with, "Hello Mother Dearest."


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