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Nick; gets up and paces. "Something isn't right."
Tarragon: "I don't hear anything."
Nick: wakes up. "How long have I been out?"
Tarragon: runs after him. "What are you talking about?"
Go ahead. But it won't count.
( Last name.)
Tarragon: crosses arms. "There's nothing there."
Tarragon: "I'm out of here." Walks to exit.
Nick: sleeping.
Nick: walks into kitchen.
Bump. Can't wait to see how it ends.
This is a character from a book I'm writing. [img] Sorry if its big!
Love all of these.
Tarragon: skips classes and hangs out at local cafe. Nick: sits in class bored.
Tarragon: "Probably." Smells death. Breaths it in and gains strength.
Tarragon: whispers. "I'm Tarragon. I like your tiger. I think he's cute." Nick: walks around.
This contest is for dark poetry only. Rules: 1. Has to be in by December 1st 2. Dark or moody 3. Has to have a hidden message Winners will be...
I'll apply later.
Tarragon: steps out from behind the corner. "Um, I would." Nick: smells something good.
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