I feel him beside me. Waiting to make his move.
Who is he, what does he want with me?
I try to move away but he grabs my arm.
I freeze, unable to move or speak.
My arm is hurting from his grip as he moves us closer to the ferris wheel.
Grammar Ghoul Press Uber Micro-Fiction Writing Challenge #12.
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The Ferris wheel seems to be a sign of trouble and malevolence for many of us. This is a great response to the prompt! Wonderful write!
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Thank you so much!
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Amazing! I can really picture everything that is happening!
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Thank you!
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Your very welcome 😀
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Your welcome 😀
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He is the boogie man. Run for your life
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