The Rake
A Micro-fiction Sighting of the Rake
I don't know how I got here; I thought I went the right way. I'm so deep into the woods, I can't see or hear the party!
How stupid of me to come out here by myself!
I think I might be lost...
What is that? That rustling in the bushes? Maybe a prankster party-goer?
...
'No, I don't think that's it'.
I try to turn back - to go down the path I came.
But now there's this creature - this thing. Paper white, skin taught; it looks like a moving corpse!
It ambles closer, hissing; jagged-toothed jaw agape.
About the Creator
Megan Baker (@thegothofsawpit)(@shadowsitheghoststrikebwr)
A spin on her last name, "Baker's Dozen" are opinion lists on various topics. She also enjoys writing about her World of Warcraft main, The Ghastly Bulk Merchant Shadowsithe Ghoststrike, and occasionally partakes in fiction challenges.
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