Sunday, November 24, 2013

Jack

I don't hunt animals

Nor hunt the four-legged trails

through the dark wood.

A boring pastime, that.

I hunt two-legged prey

in dark alleys--

their blood is divine.

I am what I eat.



The prompt is to choose a word and use it three times in your 33-word passage.

10 comments:

  1. Whoa, creepy! I'm not a hunter, but I'm less frightened by those who hunt four-legged prey :)

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  2. The last two lines are chilling-am not going out into any dark alleys-nope,not me!

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  3. Yikes. Your last line is a killer (no pun intended) Thanks for linking up!

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  4. You really got into his head, didn't you, Tina? Didn't you? Huh?

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    1. Lol! The holidays bring out my darker side.

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  5. Excellent! This is a great piece. I'm glad you chose to write for this prompt after all.

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  6. Gah! Totally shivery and creepy. I'm sleeping with my bedroom door open tonight, and my closet door closed.

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  7. Ooh, creepy! And delightfully so! Nice take on the prompt. :)

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