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100 words on the theme of SCARE. Not as easy as it sounds! Every word has to earn it's place. Here are mine.
THE MAPLE TREE. Sitting on the branch of the ancient maple tree, Remy began that singsong chant I despised. ‘I spy with my little eye. . .’ She stopped. Her face filled with disbelief as the ground cracked open revealing a deep, black abyss. The voices returned. My nostrils filled with the stench of their breath as they hissed, ‘Do it!’ She barely noticed as I slid my arm around her back. A gentle push. Down she fell. I grinned at the terror in her eyes and cries for help as I watched her vanish into the swirling depths.