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BENEATH THE WEEPING CREEPER, Fiction

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     Leering over the babes crib, he couldn’t help but wonder how she would taste. The smell of her fresh innocent blood brings forth the monster and it takes all of his might to contain the beast.

     Never has restraint been so difficult. It’s necessary for him to remember that she has no power for him to take as of yet, and patience will definitely be his virtue. After all, he’s waited hundreds years for the likes of her. What’s another twenty?

About Shell DeToni

Hello there and welcome! My name is Shell and I am a magazine writer, author, and poet. I write about interesting life choices, issues, health, food, and many other topics.

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