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1 ~ Pools of Venom
The hairs are dark and bristly, rooted in deep pores, vibrating with the motion of coming to a sudden stop. The creases are numerous, indicating age like rings in a tree. Lifting my eyes to the source, I stare into the raging poison. Although I know I should be reacting more viscerally, there’s a calm…
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2 ~ Bloody High Road
The phone vibrates on the hard surface and the loud ring seems to scream shrilly with the announcement that the monster is calling. I let it ring. And ring. I still have time. Finally, the quiet returns. Then the ring starts up again and I press the button to accept the dreaded FaceTime call. It’s…
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In A Monster’s Arms 