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The Minotaur

My heart drops in trepidation

This horrifying monster stood there, simply perusing me

My mind, almost as blank as its pale empty eyes

Its fat, dominant hands clenched, getting ready to strangle me with superiority

The hair on its arms prickling as static as the horns on its head

My head spinning as I see the sharpness of its middle tooth, like a blade about to slice me.

The green on his skin so envious that the redemption shows on its face

Its muscles flexed with dominance that the veins of his arms pop

Its nostrils like two bullets pierced into its nose

It takes one step forward and the entire island shakes as he’s blasted my eardrums

Oh my oh my, the more it gets closer the sharper it’s teeth start to look

My palms are sweating and my knees have never trembled this much

And in this moment, I know this is the end

Unexpected Ways

With empty pockets and a longing in his heart, he can't help but wonder if there's something more to life than the constant cycle of struggle and survival. But when he looks up from his work and notic


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