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.
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Whoa, creepy! I'm not a hunter, but I'm less frightened by those who hunt four-legged prey :)
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines are chilling-am not going out into any dark alleys-nope,not me!
ReplyDeleteYikes. Your last line is a killer (no pun intended) Thanks for linking up!
ReplyDeleteYou really got into his head, didn't you, Tina? Didn't you? Huh?
ReplyDeleteLol! The holidays bring out my darker side.
DeleteExcellent! This is a great piece. I'm glad you chose to write for this prompt after all.
ReplyDeleteMe too!
DeleteGah! Totally shivery and creepy. I'm sleeping with my bedroom door open tonight, and my closet door closed.
ReplyDeleteThere you go again! ;)
ReplyDeleteOoh, creepy! And delightfully so! Nice take on the prompt. :)
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