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Just a collection of various stories I began with no intention to finish, or answers to writing prompts. Enjoy! Please visit my author page on FB! facebook.com/author.anrisaryn Also note, some of these may be removed later if I feel the urge to expand on them!

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35. The Gun

 

          "Put the gun down, Martha."
          The girl's eyes were wide with fear and they shook as she held the weapon. A deer in the headlights, she nodded, looking at the woman across the room.
          "It's not here anymore."
          "Are you sure?" Martha asked, almost too softly to hear.
          "I promise," the other woman replied, glad to see the gun being lowered.
          Martha relaxed only slightly, her senses alert. Something simply didn't seem right. She gripped the weapon, but turned the safety back on.
          Who was this woman anyway? Martha asked herself. Where did she come from?
          "Who are you?" she voiced at the woman, echoing her thoguhts.
          "You don't remember?"
          Martha shook her head, suddenly realizing her heart was beating in her ears.
          "Why, Martha, you have to remember me." As she spoke, the woman's face began to change. Martha felt a chill run up her spine as she recognized it. The tanned flesh peeled back to reveal a green-scaled face with huge beady eyes that reminded her of a fish, but the mouth was embedded with massive fangs that glistened in the moonlight seeping through the window. Her breath caught in her throat as the hands became claws stained with blood of its last victims.
          "Who...what are you?" Martha breathed, forgetting the gun in her utter horror.
          "Your worst nightmare."

 

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