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01Undated

My nerves did a jitter dance, stuck between two wolves.

Jazz Feylynn / quote

02Undated

Her wild race caused the dried-up ferns, thorny plants, and low-hung tree branches—away from the lake—to grab at our clothing in the mad dash over the narrow packed dirt through the trees.

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03Undated

Be careful. The conditions are treacherous with mud-sucking tentacles pulling shoes and socks into the murky bottom while smearing grime on those who passed by.

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04Undated

Was there childcare for abused werewolves?

Jazz Feylynn / quote

05Undated

My nerves did a jitter dance,

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06Undated

Fingers you, claws me, crossed hoping Dad sees it that way.

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07Undated

I got a whiff of minty fresh breath. Definitely not, what I'd expect from a wild wolf.

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08Undated

Now you're being ridiculous. If your mom changed into a carrot, I'd think she'd change back before someone ate her, werewolf or not.

Jazz Feylynn / quote

09Undated

Off Spruce, there was a little known trail. A savage gulley wound through acreage of older residential homes that met up with Green Rock Drive. A natural bouquet gust of wind assaulted me. The domestic and native encroached on each other in a battle for dominance at the edges of the cramped path's undergrowth. The tangy scent of wild onion and sagebrush intermingled with the verdant odor of wild geranium, blue flax, columbine and creeping pussytoes. The wild weeds spiced up the encroaching grass turf and the tamed floral honeysuckle vines and lilac bushes.

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10Undated

Tongue and hand tied, I was equally cut off and trapped in my own silent dark tomb.

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11Undated

Teachers' favorite color ink, splashed and dripped down his face a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising his life.

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12Undated

His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a field of control.

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13Undated

His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.

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14Undated

One two, one two, Type a word or two. Arrow left, arrow right, Keep those fingers nice and tight.Keys up, Keys down,Move those digits all around.One two, one two, Type a word or two.

Jazz Feylynn / quote

15Undated

Widening blood puddles spilled from suffocating death wounds.

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