The Night The Vipers Bite
By jolono
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No moon, no stars, no street lamps to guide you home down this lane. You've taken this shortcut many times before but never on a night like this. A hard cold wind makes a sound like a scream from a baby’s mouth. You turn, try to see, your eyes stream with nervous tears. Nothing but jet black meets your gaze. But then, movement? Low down in the hedgerow. You keep going, your pace quickens. A sting in your ankle makes you fall. Another sting, then another. This is the night. The night the vipers bite.
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Perhaps the problem with the
Perhaps the problem with the end of this piece of writing is excessive rhyme?
Try also switching your determiners - particularly in the sentence "A hard cold wind makes a sound like a scream from a baby’s mouth", something feels amiss.
Keep up the effort!
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No easy feat doing 100 words.
No easy feat doing 100 words. They become addictive. Like the sense of dislocation and the night language is atmospheric.
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Joe,
Joe,
Where did this one come from? This is not your usual style but that is good because writing something completely different strectches the writer but still you manage to convey a good, albeit short, story and it bears your signature in that it is a story that the reader wants to know more about.
Enjoyed
Moya
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