Tag: Writing
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The Wolves
They called to the pack, the hunt was on. One of their number is missing, and a silver bullet lodged into the trunk of an old oak tree is their only clue. It may be Hallowe’en, the night where spirits fly free, but tonight the spirit of this pack unites.
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wHIspereD vOices
Monique always welcomed the whispered words from her Familiar, although the voice never sounded as though it was from her cat or within her head… more so over her left shoulder. But whenever she looked around, there was no body there. Keep waiting… the whispers told her… it’s nearly here.
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Strange Phantom
The phantom didn’t like images. The phantom had a way of spiriting them away. Subtly, of course.
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Transform
Swirling energies Lunacy Crossing lines Frantically Chasing tails Apparently Silver bullets Nightmare free?
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Solemn Hope
Darkness surrounds Fear’s fallen shadow Silent screams Curdle inner turmoil Fermenting Tormenting Spiting the light But light Strikes through the darkness And no matter how dark Even the tiniest glimmer No matter how dark Shows the way forward Shows the way through And gives power to hope
The Mansionic Perspective 