Monster of the woods

Monster of the woods

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It's not often I say this to what's real and what's make believe. It began in a old damp cabin a few summer's back. I invited my friends, Susie, Alan, and Blake. It was a hot summer. And one that will haunt me for eternity. we had gotten to the door and unpacked when Alan boasted about how he couldn't wait for this. Blake walked around the back toward an old shed. Susie smiled, walked in and started unpacking. I looked at the tall trees and their beauty had astonished me. Blake came back to the house but he had found something. It was a black porcelain ball. It had the inscription of IX on it. how odd these Roman numerals would be on a glass sphere. It looked very old. This cabin was built in the 1860s when the California gold rush sparked interest to the west. I had figured this was the beginning of great deeds.
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-Blake- Rose stands not too far in front of the ring looking at me, her face is pale and my gut twists in ways it never has. She shouldn't be here, why the hell is she here? My hands drop to my side, the victorious feeling once flowing through me is replaced with one of dread. She saw me fighting. ------- -Rose- "Alright. Time for you to go." He says. I feel the pull on my arm as he tries to take me away but my feet feel like they are glued to the ground as I continue to look at Blake. He has a little smirk on his face as he looks over the crowd. A look so completely different than any of the ones I saw the other day. Then our eyes meet, and his smirk drops. He drops his hands that were just held high in victory and looks at me like he's seeing a ghost. The guard pulls harder on my arm and I go flying back into his chest. "Listen here, I don't want to manhandle you, so do as I fucking say. Move." He growls as he pushes me into the crowd of celebrating people. I do what he says and start walking towards the exit, but I look over my shoulder one last time before I'm too far in the crowd to see anything. Blake's hands are fisted by his side and his face is red with anger, his eyes are focused on the hands that are on me pushing me away from him. ----- I am the original owner of this book, please do not copy. Strong language and themes of abuse, mental illness and violence. I don't own any of the pictures used in this story. #1 in alone 11/23/21 #1 in strong 11/30/21 #2 in boxing 4/19/22 #1 in goodgirl 5/8/22 #1 in fighting 5/19/22

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