Looking up
Black sky
Bright stars
Pulsing green
Howling wind
Creaking  trees
Snapping branch
throaty growl
Skulking footsteps
Raw fear
Frozen still
Bared fangs
All ebbs
Nothing more

Published by Storyteller

I am a writer. Words are my tools, and the world is my workshop. Without mercy, I manipulate my reader’s emotions until I have them believing what they formerly thought impossible.

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