| PREY Written on a whim in 2003 By: Eric L Willard |
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| Shiver - short story |
| You lie there, still Hoping no one can see Like a cowering hare in wait Another feels the thrill Slowly swaying like a tree He quietly adjusts his gait It will end soon he thinks A shiver, a breath, oh so quiet She presses her hands to the ground He's almost here This call to kill, he can't deny it Within reach, the girl, found He lunges only to know fear! SHE was the hunter. To his jugular, a canine sinks |
| Supposed to be a spine but it's too big to fit.--> |
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