It’s Following Me
A.H. Mittelman
I aimed, I fired. Then I missed. The Buck saw me. It charged. I started running through the woods, screaming like a little child. The Buck persued. The Buck was now hunting me. I jumped into the bushes. The Buck found me and knocked me out of the bushes. I rolled on the ground. It broke most of my ribs. I was in too much pain to move. It charged me again. I passed out. The Buck dragged me back to its home and placed me on a rock, where I now lay on display.
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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Oooo, I love how the tables have turned! Also, I'm so sorry. I hate myself for pressing unsubscribe instead of add insights. I've subscribed to you again!
Phenomenal work Alex!
Lol. The hunter becomes the hunted, and The tables have turned. Good read, Alex.