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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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54. Why can’t feminism be spread like vampirism and zombies, like you bite someone and they stop being a misogynistic asstrumpet?

 

          "She's coming!"

          The voices echoed across the square. It was mid day, but it felt like I was in a vampire movie. I wanted to scream, but I was too scared to move.

          "What's coming?" I heard someone yell over the din.

          "Trust me, just run!" came a reply. I watched as the asker was dragged away by someone else.

          An angry sort of man wandered into the pandemonium. "Why should we be afraid of her? She's just a woman. Women aren't scary. They're delicate flowers that can't do much other than be pretty!"

          As if this was some kind of signal, she attacked.

          At first I thought she was a dog, rabid or crazy from some kind of disease. But I saw rather quickly that she was in fact a woman. She was wearing an Iron Man t-shirt that I caught sight of as she leaped. I didn't really notice what else she was wearing because she was moving too fast.

          She set on the angry man, biting him several times in the neck. He screamed for a moment, sounding much like the girl he had just made those comments about. But suddenly, he stopped. It seemed a strange light surrounded him and he stood straighter and appeared much younger.

          The assailant leaped off him in a flurry and raced after someone else. This time it was a girl, oddly enough. I raced over to the fallen man and extended my hand to help. Being a female, I expected him to growl and shoo me away as if I was this delecate flower he claimed all women were. But instead, he accepted my hand graciously.

          "Thank you young lady," he said. After the stood up and brushed himself off, he looked at me and smiled. He really had become someone else. 

          "Eww, how could you let a girl help you up?" someone that had watched the scene stated. "Did she break a nail?" the other man mocked.

          The man I had assisted leaped into action and jumped on the rude man, biting him several times before finally racing away. I blinked, watching the scene. The victim stood up slowly and shook his head. I swear there was something new in his eyes.

          "I'm sorry," he said, surprised at himself. "That was very rude of me. I should not have been so misogynistic. Women can do anything they want."

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