Amidst the ancient woods, where the threshold between our worlds was thinnest, I feverishly ran. Malicious whispers infected my ears with horrible intensity, swarming in the deepest recesses of my mind. The howling and icy wind scraped against black decaying branches. I stepped on one and it cracked as loud as a broken spine. I shot a backwards glance, desperately praying that I wasn’t heard. My hope swiftly died as the same vile and repugnant stench of rotting meat was in the air. I could see the amalgamation of ineffable pustules veiled in the dark foliage…it found me.
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Skylar Sturtevant
I’m a 27 year old father and husband. I’m currently an English major at my local university and I have dreams to be an English teacher.
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