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I have finally completed the initial 30 Days of Fiction meme from
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Essie ran like she'd never run before.

Outside the cabin where the terrible men had kept her in bondage since stealing her out of her own home, the rain was starting to come down in sheets. It took her a moment to register the cold and the wet, or even to realize that it was nighttime. The horror of her experience and fear of ever going back there ( Read more... )

The plains seemed to stretch on until Judgement Day. Wyatt and Malcolm rode on in silence, their eyes scanning forward and back to see if they were being followed (or if there was a likely place to be ambushed, for that matter). It was odd; even the wildlife seemed to have deserted their path. They rode in silence for what seemed like days, though ( Read more... )

"Damnit, Josie, I said to stop!" Mark cocked back the hammer of his pistol, and the sound did what his voice wouldn't.

"Mark," she replied, turning towards him, her hands in the air, "you can't do this."

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Something is wrong.

I took my mid afternoon nap and woke to find that my person was not home yet. I prowled around the house, stopping for some water and kibble, looking for her, but she wasn't home. Not in our night napping place, not out back where the sun rises and makes me warm when I'm napping in the morning. Not out front. Not where the food ( Read more... )

Grace awoke with a start. Every bit of her body ached more deeply than she could fathom. Her eyes moved, albeit slowly, trying to take in all that surrounded her. It wasn't much; wherever she was, it was impossibly dark. She felt around, his fingertips raking at the hard packed earth. Her ears pricked up as she heard the trickle of water.

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