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“I’ll tell you what,” I sneered digging my claws into the cotton of his dirty old farm shirt. The man smelled of cow droppings a..
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She stopped talking hanging her head low, her oddly different color eyes gazing down at the ground. Briggs chewed his pen lightly letting everything h..
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With just about 500 years of avoiding him, and trying to stay as clean as I possibly could, I was finally going to meet the man behind the strings..
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“My question only pertained to the beginning of the story, Mr. Briggs,” she said interrupting herself once again.
Everything in front of..
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I stopped halfway home hearing a loud howl. My ears twitched feeling a chill down my spine. But it was nothing more than a howl. Some lost wolf fr..
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He had listened to her for hours and was compelled to know more than what he was receiving. This creature, this vampire was so unique it was intriguin..
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“You’re not this monster that you think you are!” He forced out, it was hard to speak with her hand on his throat pinning him ag..
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“You’re just as silent as Louie was!” she yelled. Her face looked defeated and tired, but that was nothing compared to the hunter&rs..
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“I want you to do it, Stell,” he said grabbing a hold of my shoulder and lightly shaking me.
I slowly opened my eyes, making a grun..
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“Louie found me shortly after. He helped me get to the barn when the sun came and that’s it. That’s the story, are you happy now?&rd..
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