The Writer - Miranda Smith - English
Her body was found close to the university. She was on her way home after a night out. Just like in the story I wrote…Every Monday, I meet my writing group in a warm, lively bar to drink a glass of wine or two. It’s the highlight of my week. But now something terrible is happening.
At first, it didn’t seem like a big deal. My tires were slashed. A woman was hit by a car outside my apartment. Then, yesterday, someone was murdered. And all the details are copied from the stories we shared.
Am I going mad, or is someone in my group a killer?
I thought they were the only people I could trust, since what happened ten years ago. But now I’m terrified one of them knows the truth that lies buried in all my work—the secret I’ve tried so hard to hide. And they want to make me pay for it.
I have to know who’s bringing my stories to life… but will the answer cost me everything?
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