Script My Project
Script My Project
A man, with rags for clothes and jet black hair, running
through trees dodging branches swiftly.
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Facing the fire staring once again into the flame he picks
his nails and fidgets while his eyes dart across his camp.
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shrieks and croaks hit his ears from every directions sending
him into hysteria.
the dark night sky falls over him he has nothing to do but
sleep the night away until the sun comes back up.
his eyes fall heavily while his body tightens from him not
being close to the fire.
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falling to the ground knees first then over on his side into
a fetal position he lets out a scream filled with fear,
anger, and exhaustion.
his eyes drop with sorrow and his head falls forward.
now full speed his breath loud and heavy he quickly reaches
the figure.
the last sound heard is the croaking of the creature and the
gnawing of meat.
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