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// 7 The ticking of a prowling shadow. |July 22. 2022| 
// Story: My lying pages. (Anthology Speed-writing!) 
// by PacifistDoodl3r 
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The ticking of a prowling shadow.


PacifistDoodl3r


Something's coming. Something may be ticking. The dark road of the town is vile and smells of death.  A thick stench that stings one's nose until their eyes start to water. The nearby houses feel like tombs with no life inside to sleep, eat, or play. Every once in a while a light from within would flicker and abruptly stop. 

A nameless mare, this unicorn walking so free. TICK TICK TICK, something happy and patient watches as they pass by. A joyous feeling encompasses it, ignoring how they're coated with the smell of rotting meat. 

It watches from behind a house, crawling alongside a building to new heights in hopes to catch their tasty treat. The mare looks both ways before crossing the streets in case a late night stagecoach and her meet.

This is its chance to follow from behind. 
TICK   TICK   TICK, the sound, a stopwatch counting down. 

The mare turns, a shiver, the fur on her neck stands. With a quick look around… there's nothing there to see. 

Behind a building, maybe it's a market store? It waits for her to continue without hungering anymore. The mare makes it to her house, visibly seen from a silhouette through a window. A yellow curtain obscured her hugging a little foal. There's a stallion who appeared to kiss her on the cheek.

TICK…TICK…TICK… the shadow's clock stops so soon. I let out a tear, wanting to devour but I'll never know what it means to love. Not today, not tomorrow, and certainly not next year. One thousand years, I ate too many. And I'll feed for one thousand more. Sensing something behind me through the fog so dense and grey, I begin to prowl on another one. 

TICK TICK TICK.