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Copyright Norman J. Cabrera |
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THEY ROAM They are twilight dwellers that roam in lonely places one should never visit after dark. They appear first like faint fireflies, flickering then growing stronger as the sun fades. Within these seemingly shapeless lights faces can be seen, usually sad or in pain. Their mouths gape and moan some unintelligible lament. Finding little comfort in each others company, they struggle in vane to cling to a world that's no longer theirs. Abandoned areas devoid of life often harbor beings also devoid of life. But are they truly lifeless? They are unrestrained by mortal laws but indeed seem to live. Life, however, isn't what propels them; it's their hunger for it. Like moths to a flame they are drawn to those foolish enough to enter their domain. A simple snap of a dry twig or the crunch of dead leaves and they are by your side. Their touch is cold enough to stop your heart. Beware these beings most of all for they will surely try to make you one of them.
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