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Dusk to Dusk

Author’s note: I wrote this to enter a mirco-fiction writing contest. However, it is based on real events. You can believe me or not. Perhaps you might have your own explanation, but I can only tell you what I experienced that day almost 5 years ago right before I started WildernessPunk.

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Placing down his pack with a sigh, Danial looked at his deflated tent with little enthusiasm. His hurried flight from his former home left him missing many of the supplies which would have helped him survive in the autumn forest. Tent poles proved to be the foremost on this list.

Opening a can of ale, Danial gazed to the west. The sun had already dropped behind the swaying juniper and darkness ebbed over the forest surrounding Walnut Canyon.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and tried to stop reliving his day.

Then he moved back with an unexpected jerk.

Ahead of him a grey haze formed. Starting small, it stretched into an undulating circle wider than he stood tall. This remained strange enough, but a feeling of dread built within him unbidden. Fear crept into Danial with icy hooks, like a physical wave, it hit. It left him almost unable to move but he did force his hand toward the slip knife which hung from his belt.

He felt his eyes grow wide when a moving, handless, arm began to form and attach itself to a torso. It appeared humanoid if you didn’t count it missing a head and most of a body.

It thrashed its one arm like a punker in a mosh pit. Whatever it could be, it appeared aggressive and continued to solidify. A cold terror owned him, and Danial prepared himself.

And then it left.

Like a flipped coin the image loomed before him, and a second later it vanished. His building dread also melted into an unexpected wave of acceptance.

Looking toward the west, there remained no sign or hint the event had occurred.

Running his fingers through his hair he thought about all his stress and wondered if it could have brought on his experience. Then his mind went in a different direction.

Where he prepared to camp lay only a couple of miles from the Walnut Canyon cliff dwellings and it stayed illegal to be where he was year-round. No evidence of camping occurred anywhere near his tent.

Camping here remained rare, yet here he stood, and despite his horrid day at least something had accepted him.

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Detective Dak is in charge of the anti clone task force, he main problem…he’s dating one, You can grab my cyberpunk novel… Right Here!

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38 Responses to “Dusk to Dusk”

  1. text me

  2. Don’t u have an place that says “comment”?

  3. U still there

  4. I just looked at your post about your birthday that happened last week. I just wanted to say happy very late birthday. My birthday was the day after you’re birthday!


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