Literature
Writen Easter prize
Wrong Place Right Time
The moon, but a sliver in the night sky, lent no light to my journey as I walked along an unfamiliar road in an unfamiliar place. Though my eyes were well adjusted to the darkness, leaving the surrounding wood with a vivid twilight light, the nocturnal creatures still prowled about as if unseen. Bats darted about gathering their nightly meals and mice shuffled through leaves and underbrush at the feet of trees. It seemed as through this road would go on forever, winding and turning like a serpent's body. I remained at a casually gait, enjoying the quiet hum of crickets and the light chattering of the bats above me.
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