Stories tagged “Predator”
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Fly With Me
He had spent all morning watching his prey. “Soon” he thought. With the guile of a true predator he silently swooped. ’Come to daddy you precious little one". No feather was disturbed on the chicken as the Kookaburra flew swift...
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Not yet..
I waited on the doorstep of a shack, listening as the cylinders in each lock turned. To pass the time as my path was cleared, I made sure my eyes were the correct color. The door opened at last, a sliver of light slipping into the night air, accompanie...
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Winners [predator challenge]
The lights in your house are pleasant; warm, but not overpowering. Safe. They look like home from the harsh reality of a cold night spent peering into your living room. It could be my home, too. You said you would call. I remember when we met. A sparkl...
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Sarah, come closer.
I can feel the sweat tracing the curve of my inner thigh. She is staring at me again. She smiled, so eager to please. She wants it. I know she wants it. She is begging for it. She recrosses her legs. A flash of skirt and a fleeting wink of bright pink ...
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Crackdown pt 1
Ahh, yes, another one of the little fools. This one seems to be older…. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was in her early twenties…. Oh well, time for the fun to begin! “Come here for a second, I have something to show...
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She Moves In Mysterious Ways
“Well, I guess that explains the anime hair color,” I chuckled. “Care to enlighten me as to what about plain old me could warrant the attention of a kitsune?” “First, just say fox, or fox spirit if you want to be specific....
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Human Nature
Like a hawk that tears red, Wet strips of meat from bones We tear away the fabric of importance From everything else but ourselves.
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IT's (Not by Stephen King)
It guffaws from the thick forestry Hillside adjacent To where we are Laughing its deep lament of poetry (Meanwhile, the moons of Jupiter languish on a star) We can’t be complacent! It saw fear in our stare It smells flesh in our scent Like our ...
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News Flash/ Poetry vs Prose /Bloody Heap of Humanity
Here’s some news! I refuse to be used I choose careful clues A foot print pair of terrible hooves I stare stoned and lose Bare boned with barely Bearable blues and clarity Waking wearily wearing Booze breath Two step in my shoes Cruise in my f...
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Heights and Depths
“Keep me where?” I asked. “In your pocket?” “Oh, you’d be amazed what I can fit in my pocket,” she said. “Or in various other places.” She leaned forward, and I was looking down her cleavage. It mig...
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Life, Death, Sensation, and Predation
An aggressive sun over Tucson warms scales as they slide by, shadow to shadow, crevice to crevice. Practiced muscles pull pendulous coils along. This way and that turns the angular head, a marvel of biologic engineering, sleek yet expansive when needed...