Thursday, April 5, 2012

Beyond The Hunt

Come out and lend your contribution to the latest round of 55 Word Fiction, run by my wife Lisa. There is, as always, a prize for the best entry. Here is my effort, albeit ineligible, for your consideration:

She rose from her slumber, reluctant to greet the specters of the night. She was tired to her very core of The Hunt. It no longer held any attraction or enticement for her.

Be it dragon, dampyre or doppelganger, she no longer cared. Edmyre was no less dead and her vengeance was no more slaked.

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