The Witching Hour

The Witching Hour

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"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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Grace

The girl, who found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time, experienced a stroke of misfortune. Following this incident, she was drawn into a world completely foreign to her, where she struggled to adapt to her new life. I was face to face with death. I knew it. I hadn't even realized when his hand had grasped mine. Fear overshadowed all my senses. But after what felt like an eternity, I finally felt my wrist. He was gripping it so tightly that blood could no longer flow to my hand. As I lowered my head to look at the hand clutching my wrist, he used his other hand to grab my chin, turning my face toward his. Then, he pressed his lips to mine. I stood frozen for a moment. Then, I let myself go. For a fleeting instant, he seemed to let himself go too. And then, just like that, he was gone. In an instant, he had vanished. The hand gripping my wrist, the lips pressing against mine-gone. And I was left standing there, completely stunned. It felt as though I had forgotten my own name. I started to tremble. My legs gave out beneath me, and I collapsed to the ground. Sitting there, shaking in shock, I finally understood what he was.

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