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This is my first word search. It's based on the story I'll be putting up soon called Gem. |
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This is just a preview for the actual story. I'm not finished with it yet. I still have to edit it. A young girl about the age of sixteen or seventeen sat in the cell by herself. Her normally strawberry blond hair was dirty almost brown color and matted. It was long, reaching down to the small of her back when she was standing. She had her eyes closed and appeared to be sleeping. When the sounds of boots echoing down the corner she opened her eyes. Her irises were ebony black. Her whole body tensed when her light source, a torch burning outside her cell, was blocked out by a person. He was grotesque. His arms and legs were overly muscled, but his torso was small. His skin was a pale sickly green marred by occasional blotches of brown. His four-fingered hand fumbled with his belt as he unclipped his keys. He unlocked the cell door with a barely concealed grin. When he stepped into the room she didn’t move despite fact that her muscles and brain were screaming at her to run. She had her back pressed firmly against the wall as the demon approached her. He crouched down to her level, his beefy arms resting on his large knees. He chuckled harshly and snorted. Her nose burned when the rancid smell of rotten flesh assaulted her nose. She fought down her gag reflexes. His grin disappeared and he said in his demonic language, “Girl, guess what? We’ve a new prisoner and we need to make room for her. Which means…” |
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