Journal Entry IIV
The Feast Of The Immortals
Journal Entry IIV -the Feed
Every morning I'm in hiding, chillin'. Waiting for night time to start killin'. It's simple to a veteran villain, though the trick is to not get caught. Your forefathers in burn'd graves rot because, to the stakes, they could not have fought. The very thought of the thrills send down my spine cold chills. The hunted over the hills, my prey I must find. It is so divine to pursue that of which is mine for the taking. A show I am making. Let's go. Lose, no! Not ever! To clever. The nightfall extends. All insanity begins. The bloodshed will frenz's. Dusk hours will end, sunrise. Run—
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Robyn Welborne
I am an aspiring creative writer who is currently working for my double Associate’s Degree in English. My writing has no limits and no filter. Anything and everything from all genres; if I think about it, then I will write it down. Enjoy!
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