Kelsey Lionetti
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College student from Tampa, FL.
I write all sorts of stuff.
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The Ranger
Jack, Allison, Tom, and Jules march through the forest, one by one. Jack holds a long branch he has fashioned into a walking stick, flinging it through the heavy greenery and ferns that lie in their way. The darkness looms behind them; they’re racing against the evening, trying to get to the open fields before they lose the sun under the line of the mountains. After years of doing this, they should know better, yet day after day they come home in the eerie minutes before sunset, splitting course to their own homes and locking the doors behind them. No misfortune has ever come from it, but they still get the heavy feeling in their chests and the chills up their spines while walking home, felt by all but left unsaid.
By Kelsey Lionetti5 years ago in Horror
