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Submitted to Contest #204
When the dead started rising, I never would have thought that my biggest problem would be the living. The fact that it is, is just a little bit funny. Thick bars stand between me and him. His disgusting, olive eyes staring right back at me as my blood boils like there’s a demon lighting a fire in my gut. I am weaponless. Powerless. Furious. “Why are you here, Miss. Sanchez?” he growls, stepping closer to the bars. “You captured me,” I reply with a small shrug. “Don’t you remember?” His lips twitch into an amused smirk but he stifle...
Shortlisted for Contest #202 ⭐️
Dad doesn’t like me being out late, but I’m not afraid. So, here I am in the middle of the woods, surrounded by towering trees that block out the shining white light of the moon, making it hard to see my own nose, never mind the path to our destination. “God!” I groan, wishing I could take a minute to crack my spine and relieve the pain a bit. “How much does this thing weigh?” “We’re almost there,” Finn replies with a moan of equal discomfort to mine. I waddle like a constipated duck, carrying one end of what feels like a bag ...
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