Their kind had always been an anathema to her.
They had refused to leave her people alone. Ridiculed, blamed, hunted and burned, she was now the only one left. She would get her revenge. She had figured that humans ate anything cooked with dough.
They would enjoy their own kind, as well…
Word Count: 52
Prompts:
People pie and bone-bread.
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Hahaha! Sounds good? 😉
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You could open a restaurant on that
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That’s the plan! 😉
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Ah-ha!
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Scary but amazing. I love your tiny tales
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Thanks so much, Ramyani! 😀
I am glad you like them! 🙂
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Oooh, nice one! Liked the witch element here.
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Thanks so much! 😀
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Humans do love it 🙂 Well written
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Thanks so much, Mukhamani! 😀 🙂
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