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Entry to 55 word story contest

I strode through the night, unaware of the moonlight crashing through the clouds.

What is that sound I began to wonder, heavy breathing. Wait. Not breathing, creaking! As I turned back, the taste of bark ripped into my mouth. The menacing oak shrieked, ”Screw you hippy!”

Ran like hell all the way back to Woodstock!
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