Prompt for November 29: Four Lines of Prose about the Animal


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I was frozen in place, staring at the large black dog slowly approaching me, its dripping white fangs bared at me. Its ears were pointed back, its head angled low to the ground. My heart was pounding in my chest but I couldn’t find the strength within me to run.

A russet colored dog appeared suddenly from behind a nearby tree and lunged towards the other, growling and snarling as each bit and clawed the other.


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