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Writing Prompt: Sliver
I could see a sliver of moonlight from my hiding place. All around me they raged and howled and sniffed. For now I was safe but as soon as they got my scent I’d be dead. A cloud obscured the moon and I crouched in utter darkness with only the stars to keep my anchor on sanity.

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Diversified Writer

Darren is a short story and novella writer. He likes tall tales that have humour and heart. He’ll occasionally bring you poetry, finance and health blog posts.