Stories tagged “hunting”
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In the Woods
“Stay calm. Won’t do no good to be anxious right now” The young boy look up at his father, a sense of relief washing over him with his father’s words. This was his first time hunting and he couldn’t help but feel unnerved....
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The Safari
The rhino stumbled, crashed through a bush, and plunged, bellowing, into the gorge. “Damn, damn, dash it all!” Lord Crowley lowered his rifle, but kept squinting his right eye as he gazed at the hole in the vegetation. “Not too cunnin...
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Field Study
Gregory was the best at what he did. Hands down. If nothing else, he’d survived the longest of anyone from his training class: six years in the field after the requisite decade of study. He owed his life to that class, although the explorers̵...
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The Violet Fox
The creature was of such beauty that my heart stopped for a few seconds. I was in the woods hunting for deer, using a longbow. After hiding for hours I was shocked when the fox wandered up to me. It was like a normal fox, small and bushy except for whe...
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The Hunt
Chris had never been hunting before, it felt strange. He’d never held a gun before, it was heavier than he thought it would be. He sat in the same spot for hours, waiting for his prey. He would not go chasing after the beast. The animal would com...
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You Get What You Asked For
Moonlight filtered through the leaves overhead, keeping the woods in eternal twilight and making the landscape seem all the more surreal. The hunter stepped through the sea of dead leaves carefully. His eyes scanned the trees for any sign of movement; ...
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Made in Our Image
Dusk ground the last light of day away. A black-clad soldier followed the winding river of dips and valleys created by rolling hills spotted with trees. A voice chirped to life from the assault rifle he carried. “Are you still mad at me?” I...
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Clean Up Time
“Counsel’s not going to like this,” Graves muttered as he kicked a shell towards the water. His companion grunted and returned to raking the sand. A rotund tourist in an ill fitting of trunks ambled past, offering a blue popsicle ting...
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Watercolor (Yule) Tide
A silhouette hunts with his dog on the face of December; taunt between the seasoned frame. Hills lay tight against each other, like powdered nude breasts. They slowly rise and fall with each dry breath on this brisk, barren day. His shady figure moves ...
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Chthonic Creatures
Her breath was heavy and her heart pounded. As she sprinted she could hear the faint presence of the bodies behind her, their voices hissing angrily, “You can’t escape,girl!” She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. The voices sang in...