Dark stories, tales of whimsy and random brain droppings.


Leaves crunched noisily under foot despite their practiced woodsman experience. Autumn air froze everything brittle. Rifles slung, hunters like these knew camouflage: sight, sound, smell. Deer, rabbit, even bear; forest ghosts masking chase. Quarry would overlook danger’s pursuit with such skilled tactics.

Sun shone through canopy breaks, casting shadows. Light flashes, colored glimpses, hurried movement; signs of impending endgame.

The man in black turned to face his tormentors. He smiled triumphantly as weapons were raised. Trap sprung, prey turned predator enjoyed a view: deep pit, wooden stakes and two dead men.

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