She could just make out the massive #footprint in the #darkness. There were no #knights left. Only her. She swallowed down #fear and #manic laughter, wiped her sweaty palm on her dress to get a better grip on the ax, and grimly plodded on toward #justice.
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#Loving the deep shadows, something #sinister creeps to the door in the #moonlight, but it doesn’t stop there. It wriggles its way through a crack, a small weakening of the #tension in the frame, and exhales loudly as it oozes in.
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“…helpless against her powerful #allure, he #coiled around her like a–” “Father, you’ve got her loins both #quivering and #ablaze here, and ‘#burrows into her bosom’ is too–Alien.” “Sister Helen, if it weren’t for your #noble editing, the church roof fund would be doomed.”
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“And the award for best belly flop goes to Parker Hanover!” Parker scooted down in his seat. This was not what he’d hoped for from the Amateur Dive Competition. His wife gave him a shove forward. “Take your #wins #where you can get them.” #366FF #flexvss
“They’re so hopeful,” she said, “like #irises in the #snow.” He rolled his eyes. “Irises don’t grow in snow. Snowdrops do. Hence the name.” His #highfalutin ways were grating on her nerves. Little things do #escalate, she thought. She’d bury him under the irises.
“This heist is a #gamble,” she said, pulling her hair into a #ponytail. “We won’t have the #luxury of time, and we’ll have to be dead #silent.” “It won’t #bloom for another ten years, and I’ll never finish #graduate school without a corpse flower.” Botany, she thought. Who knew.
“So where’s this #gateway between worlds? We’ve been in these woods for an hour. I thought you had directions. You’re just #winging it, aren’t you? I’m going back to the #village. Which way is it?” “Right here. It’s the gateway between life and death.”
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Pete never meant to start a #cult, but when Ken next door asked why the finches flocked to his feeder, he joked that he #embodied an ancient #bird-god. They get together on weekends and #burn offerings. Like a barbecue, only in these feathered robes Patty made for sewing class.
“I started the dating profile to find that #spark of #connection I had with Brad, before they did that serial killer podcast about him. But it’s such a #pure tool for #revenge! I can #replay every relationship I’ve ever had by picking similar guys and bringing a sharp knife.”
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