The night air howled with the cold heartless laugh of the fierce strange creature. Nothing moved as the thing crept closer to the still free water. Over near the rocky cliff the bushes came alive with the shrill scream of death. The water rippled as the thing slithered by. All was quiet now. The creature had left. The dead lump of flesh just laid there silently. The secret of the creature was now safe for only two knew it and one was dead.
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What are Starts?
…poems and prose from now back to teen years
…remembering a first writing love
…pumping the creative well yet again
…silencing the internal critic