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The man walked slowly across the floor, his boots making soft thuds on the hard wood floor. His knife sparkled in the fading light of the moon. Suddenly the door broke open. The moon showing the silloet of a large beast. The beast lunged and slashed the man open killing him instantly.
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Short Stories.
ContoShort stories/Oneshots. All these were written specifically by me. For you. Credit me if you take my ideas. Or I will find you. And beat you. Warnings: Gore Blood Triggers Smut [Possibly] I guess you could call them oneshots? I will be taking reque...
