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Ellen Grace Sep 17
As soon as Shaye heard Odile sing, she knew she would never get the part. Odile was a true ranger, hitting highs and lows of which Shaye could only dream. But she was content being second best; some battles just aren't worth fighting.
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Kate Whitaker Sep 17
“C’mon. We need some open air and greasy diner food.” Chelsea risked a smile. “Will the coffee be instant and the bacon suspect?” “I wouldn’t dare take a hunter someplace better.”
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susan dalessandro 🎃 Sep 17
We walk into town, navigating the busy sidewalk, past the crowded cafés. Joe places his hand on the small of my back and guides me past people standing in our path. Does he notice how I react to him? How my skin tingles with the slightest touch of his fingers?
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AJ Mullican Sep 17
With one well-aimed blast of his laser-guided rifle, Lookout severed the thickest of the chains that held Eli captive. Eli flexed his muscles and took care of the rest.
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C. M. Turner Sep 17
There’s a hunter in all of us, the only difference being the quarry. My father shot animals, my brother heroine—both took lives. I’m a writer. I hunt stories, only taking the life of an occasional character.
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Lee Heffner Sep 17
He led me to his waiting patrol car & guided me into the back. As he drove three miles inland I remembered all of the times I’d gotten into trouble as a kid. I searched my memory bank for a useful excuse. Nothing would extricate me from being caught red-handed
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Zack X. Vogel Sep 17
He develops an app to translate their moos into English, plans to blow the cover off their world of slaughter. But the come for him. They milk him of his blood. They sear his flesh. He and his cows will not be heard.
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Danielle Grace 🦋 is a black cat celebrating! Sep 17
Nicholas the class through the messier details of dark literature. His silver eyes resembled full moons as he took up the subject of werewolves. " are made the hero to soothe the reader; but in classical truth: the wolf wins."
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Shelly Sep 17
Barefooted on this stage  naked as a newborn babe no makeup in the spotlight no fake lashes on my eyes ain't wearing no jewelry now no fancy hat or rhinestone crown  I ain't got dignity and I ain't got pride unsure of the way, send me a guide. 
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Lascivious Lucy Sep 17
The house had already been wired with cameras and audio, but Stephanie and her ghost hunting team would haul in some handheld cameras &EMF meters while the real camera crew filmed them.
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jfx mcloughlin Sep 17
Tonight's dinner was a challenge; I didn’t know what I was serving until the hunters came home and it took over an hour to get the fire going right.
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Phoenix Williams Sep 17
The little huntress was clever, staying in the shadows and only setting up her attacks in public areas so I couldn’t catch her scent.
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Gabriella🍂JustAPileOfLeaves🍂 Sep 17
All wars are Big Wars intentional carnivorous hunters and hunted reversing roles survival is not the end game widow and child not all that lost their lives Died too many holes in the world guard the peace & live to love
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Anna Is Burning❤️🇦🇺🌟 Sep 17
Don't turn around, the hasn't passed for us. Just play for me, me out of the dark. One foot in front of the other, that was the bargain struck. You can't see me, but I hear your music Don't turn around Please
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J. Strawn Sep 17
Louis practiced his smiles and frowns (sometimes mixing up the two) before taking to the Paris streets on the nightly hunt. The Pierrot makeup exaggerated everything. Very helpful to his captive audience. Their laughter often resembled screams. So silly.
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Sarah Baethge (米机生苛) Sep 17
So does it follow like we are a guide, or is it calmly hunting us?
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Free Writing Events Sep 16
CHALLENGE FROM PAGES 9, 17, 20, or 19 HOUR GUIDE/HUNTER [aesthetic] SURVIVAL FIRE/FLAME PIZZAZZ STUBBORN CHARACTERS See hosts:
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Caytlyn Brooke Sep 17
The hours continued to drag but Kait kept her hold on the thrashing water. Movement caught her eye, a slow hunter emerging from the shadows of the trees. Kait's heart raced, recognizing the stunted gait, the desperate moans flavoring the air with death
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Jenni Anderson Sep 17
It was his sweet, consoling tenor, the voice that had guided me through so many difficult moments, that had encouraged me to see, that had pushed me to seek purpose, that sometimes drove me from Savin's arms and into the quiet of night
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Rebekah Webb Sep 17
The man had promised to lead Julie home. She stared at him and suddenly realized why he could walk so silently. His feet never touched the ground. He turned back and grinned. He had too many teeth. Way too many.
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