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                 <h1 id="dont-look-up-wt">Don&rsquo;t Look Up (WT)</h1>
 <p><span class="tag">fiction</span> <span class="tag">short-story</span> <span class="tag">horror</span> <span class="tag">furry</span></p>
-<p>You’re taking a stroll through the woods and happen to notice a sign.  “Don’t look up”, it says. Attempt to work in the sentence “Pink horses galloped across the sea.” into the story.</p>
 <p>I quickly grow tired of my footfalls. Those same padded feet hitting that same hard-packed path. Those same claws leaving those same indentations in the same dirt, that dirt that lies halfway between mud and stone. Was that the same stone? It must have been. There, beside it, those four dents in the earth.</p>
 <p>I quickly grow tired of the same path, the same leaves, the same gnarled roots. I grow tired of the scent of of slowly decaying pine needles in the air, and I grow tired of the burning in her eyes from having spent so long crying.</p>
 <p><em>Don&rsquo;t look up,</em> the sign had said, there, nailed to the tree just past the branching of paths.</p>