The Witching Hour
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Ongoing6m
Last published Sun, Feb 21, 2021
"Run!!! Maribell go to the school they can help you there" cried the woman in a black robe as she pushed me out the door to safety. I ran for hours and I was lost in a sea of dark blacks, browns,and there are yellow eyes everywhere. I was scared, alone and tired, I finally started to cry. I awoke to the sound of something heavy landing next to me with a fright I screamed and then saw that it was nothing but a branch. I looked up and saw that it was almost noon. So I got up and started looking around, I saw rocks, dirt, and trees everywhere and did I mention trees
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