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Avery stuck to the shadows as she tiptoed toward the cages, careful not to make any noise. If she was discovered, she might end up in one of those very cages. She shuddered at the idea, but kept moving. Her eyes scanning the area vigorously for anyone that could spot her. Her ears were on high alert, listening for any sounds that signaled people. If she were in her other form, her ears would be perked straight up.

 

Throw Back Thursday!

This is the opening paragraph to a story I started in my Fiction Writing class last year. It is titled The Cage because the assignment required something about a cage in the story. Naturally I thought about werewolves being trapped in cages. My rebellious nature might have had something to do with it also, since my teacher preferred realistic fiction, not fantasy.

What do you think?

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