The dual blades tear through the fabric of the old crone’s ragged clothes and pierce her frail body underneath. A muffled grunt escapes her lips as she tilts her head and peers ahead unfocused, not meeting the eyes of her attacker. Her scowl turns inwards as she lets out a low-pitched hiss, showing off a partial row of broken jagged teeth. Then she
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Death is our ultimate enemy, who takes from us until it takes us.
I especially loved this line: "I had multiple adulthoods, yet I never felt grown up. " I know that feeling so well, but never quite knew how to say it.
Your entry is really making me think! Thanks.
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- Erulisse (one L)
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