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“My fingers try to grab onto the net. I’m pulled away too quickly, dragged through the snow. Everything is white and flying and painful. “Nick!” I claw at the snow, trying to slow down. There’s nothing to hold on to. I kick and kick. The hands clutch my ankles. Flipping my torso over I get one quick glance of their backs. They’re wearing parkas and hats and look normal, like people, but faster. I smash onto my face again and lift up my head just in time to see Nick snarling inside the net. He’s transformed again. “Nick!” I yell, but snow pours into my mouth. Sharp cold pain smashes through my teeth and into my skull. I cough and try again. “Nick!” He raises himself up onto four legs and howls, a long, searing cry of anguish and rage. My heart breaks for him, caught there. I have to help him escape. I have to get free. I kick again. “Let me go.” Pain shoots through my head. Fireworks. Explosions. All inside my brain. The white world goes dark and I know what’s about to happen. I’m the one leaving. I am the one gone.”

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Need

In this compelling narrative, the author delves into the depths of human need, examining its influence on individuals and society. The story unfolds through intricate character development and engaging plotlines, offering readers a profound exploration of the human condition. more

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Carrie Jones
Carrie Jones

Carrie Jones, born in 1982, is an accomplished American author known for her works in genres such as fantasy, young adult literature, and science fiction. Her writing has garnered a wide readership and critical acclaim. more

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