So close to the end but still a little ways to go. You know the deal by now. Write in any form but include the following words; feral, howl, cicadas, shoreline, prey, serrations.
Hunter's Moon
Somewhere in the middle distance - a howl from the lake shoreline. Breaking through the verdancy to see the cliffs serrations; an arrow tip directed at the heart of god. Silhouetted in moonlight - feral claws cleave at the throat of their prey. Death rattle as a crescendo with the susurrus of cicadas played behind them. Viscera dissolves into the thirsting earth. A rush and crackle of wind and branch and they are gone, leaving only the rubied bones as evidence.
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