Predator and Prey: AVR Pt. 3
“I don’t believe it...” came my girlfriend’s voice. She sounded hopeful, oddly enough. “Are you... are you a voreaphile, like me?!” I stared straight ahead…
“I don’t believe it...” came my girlfriend’s voice. She sounded hopeful, oddly enough. “Are you... are you a voreaphile, like me?!” I stared straight ahead…
Keep moving. Swifter than the light moving through the trees, She leaped from the fallen trunks that lay on the crowded Earth’s floor. Rustling, leaves…
The wind wrapped around her neck, pulling tightly until air seemed to come to her in only short, perforated gasps. She gripped her luggage trunk more securely…
An aggressive sun over Tucson warms scales as they slide by, shadow to shadow, crevice to crevice. Practiced muscles pull pendulous coils along. This way and…
Like a hawk that tears red, Wet strips of meat from bones We tear away the fabric of importance From everything else but ourselves.
The lights in your house are pleasant; warm, but not overpowering. Safe. They look like home from the harsh reality of a cold night spent peering into your…
He had spent all morning watching his prey. “Soon” he thought. With the guile of a true predator he silently swooped. ‘Come to daddy you precious little one”…