Darkness has descended onto the village. Nearby a pack of wolves hungrily sniff the air and the pack leader releases a long howl. The evening wind hints the coming of a storm and to the east the rolling of thunderclouds crackle with lightning. Angry voices and protest break out among the villagers before the chief raise a finger to his lips. The candle lamp hanging from the mayor’s house flickers for a moment before a gust of wind blows it out. Anticipation grows among the men while nervous wives peek out from behind shut curtains; a baby’s whimper is quickly hushed by the mother. Suddenly all falls silent; the night owls stop hooting and the crickets refuse to sing. The men quickly point their pitchforks into the darkness, despite knowing the futility of that action. A scream breaks out and the men give one last prayer before charging into the night.
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This was good! i liked it and good luck in the contest friend!
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wow... i really like this... great description i look forward to seeing if you expand this into a full story. Well done, thank you for entering.
~Queen~
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