Nightshade
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Watching out the windows of the small house, wondering what was left for me to see. Looking about the small village, that held forty maybe fifty people. The houses all looked the same. Small each with two bedrooms, one small bathroom, kitchen and a living room. A wolfs hide hanging hanging next to every door in the village. When i was younger, my dad and older brother brought home the first wolfs hide. I had asked him why? but the only answer i got was "It had to be done." Those hides were supposed to keep our small village safe from the wolves. But why i didn't see them as a threat? Everyone else did.
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FINISHED It was a dark winter's morning. My family and I went for a walk. I was five, now I'm fifteen. They say, "The longer someone's missing, the less likely they're coming back." This day, ten years ago my eight year old brother was standing right in front of me. Every time I come back here I can feel his presence. Like he's everywhere but nowhere. But every time the police question me, I tell them the same thing. "What I say is what they say, what I do is what they do and how I think is how they think." "Who are they?" The police ask me. I say, "... the witnesses."

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