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Runners

murder dripped from her nails and she held the torn throat between her claws, smiling over elongated canines. she loved the runners, the ones who tried to flee. the chase was fun and they were so pathetic. fear and surprise would strike them when she swept up unexpectedly in the back alley they were racing through. then theyd beg. anger and blood lust rose in her stomach, like the bile of vomit. she opened her jaws and raked pointed teeth down her prey inhaling his sweet warm nectar. pulling her self away she kicked the body off the bridge and scoffed at how ridiculously easy they made it. might as well have tied a red bow on that one and put it under a fucking christmas tree.

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About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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