It emerges through the shadows.
The shadows.
It.
It barrels forward.
Squeals.
Screeches.
Get out of the way.
Can't!
It keeps coming.
No stopping it.
The black horn of the night cries out.
Cries.
Watch it.
No!
It throws the shadows.
Striking.
The shadows grow longer.
Stretched.
Obscured.
The heart races.
Fear.
Darkness.
It won.
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Reading this was a fun break from the other posts. I'm not sure what "it" is and not sure that I like that "it" won.
ReplyDeleteThanks. "It" was up to interpretation, and that is why I wrote it the way I did.
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