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NaNoWriMo: ProloguePrologue The wind hurled through the man's rusted hair, sending cries of warnings into the swamp. Murky lake water lapped against the sand, whooshing in and out as the tide came to an evening high. The man perked his scarred ear, searching with sparkling eyes for a creature in the distance. "Come out, come out," he taunted. He cackled delightedly, and began to step away from his tiny boat, from the lake that led to safety. He treaded through wild marsh, mud encrusting itself on the soles of his boots. In the distance, he heard a whisper. It seemed to come from nowhere-or perhaps everywhere at once-and it traveled throuNaNoWriMo: Prologue
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The Assassin's List Adrianna GenkoThe Assassin's List
The Trinity Church Cemetery: Adrianna thought it a rather dreary place, loaded with the irksome souls of those deceased decades before. Tombstone after footpath after shrub, all of it just decoration to cover the rotting corpses that lay beneath the rain-soaked soil.
The thoughts of the dead, of course, seeped into the assassin's mind like unwanted whispers. She clenched her gloved fist tight. When the assassin closed her eyes, she could see the thoughts of the dead clearly: misty, dark red, hopeless. Adrianna had never been fond of graveyards.
by ~TheBermuda
Cold FeetMy feet are ice cold I wish someone would hold them So they would get warmCold Feet
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The Pine Barrens: Short Story One rule about going to the Pine Barrens: Never, ever, under any circumstances, should a man peer into the trees at night. Nor should he peer into anything else, for that matter. In fact, at night in the Pine Barrens, I would go as far as to say that a man is best left in bed, curled up in his blankets, his door locked and his windows secure. And I can say all of this to a guest with utmost certainty, for I am fifty-six years-old, I have lived in the Pine Barrens all of my life, and I have never left it. So on that particular night, when I first meant the newcomer, I explained all of this to him quite confidently. &nbThe Pine Barrens: Short Story
by ~TheBermuda
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