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He really could not take it any longer. Fear died out as soon as despair took over. They were twice his size, white skin covered with black secreted goo that distorted their true shape to small hills of blackness. And they were surrounding him. He was crying with horrified rage, not trying to scare them off, but responding to an insane instinct that didn't cooperate with his thinking mind any more. He kicked, punched, and roared. His arms and legs bounced back from their lumpy body parts that didn't seem to be arranged in any familiar formation, something like a tentacle here, and a beak there, concentrations of hair-like strings stuck to his hands and legs when he hit them, making it harder to pull back. At the end, he collapsed, hardly breathing, as what was left of his mind waited for them to move in and make the final bite or whatever. They didn't move, as far as he could notice. Had he noticed, it would have been his last registered thought. |
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד. |
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