Before
I can react, a pair of the's jump forward and knock me to the
ground. Pinned on my back, some H's
and V's scurry over my
face and clamp onto my lips, holding my mouth open. I twist my
shoulders and manage to slither away from the words before they can
shove anything down my throat. I smack my face to dislodge the
vise-like upper-case letters from my mouth.
I
scramble to my feet and start to run, intending to bash my way through
the legions of inky soldiers, but two steps later some parentheses
wobble into my path and trip me up with their curvy bodies. I fall
onto a bed of exclamation points; their tips stab at me like
sharpened pencils and their knobbly points bash into me like
malevolent massage balls.
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Although the release date of the anthology this story will appear in, called "Somewhere the Shadows," has been delayed (something about the cover art, from what I understand), I assure you that it is coming any day now. Thanks for stopping by, and don't forget to head over to Six Sunday and check out the short, sweet posts from all the fine writers.
