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I urge people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (provide a translation please 
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Every fortnight we hope to host a photograph suggested by contributors. So, keep those photograph recommendations coming. Submit your favourite images (with credit) for next week’s Picture it & write!
The wolf’s mighty howl shattered the silence. I locked my car for the fifth time. I had encountered the beast upon the road on my way home. Thankfully for the high beam lights, I had seen her before it had been too late. But her and her two cubs would not move. I tried to swallow the knot lodged in my throat. I didn’t know much about wolves and I had no idea if she was calling for the rest of her pack. Her eyes met mine and she growled. Her black gums wriggled, exposing her sharp canines. I quickly placed my car into reverse and decided to find another way home.
- Ermisenda Alvarez
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The weather was humid, heavy and thick like a tongue. The razor grazed his skin, shedding the prickly beard he had recently been wearing. His head was cradled between her soft, tender hands and her abdomen. He breathed in the moment, hoping he would never have to exhale it. Despite all the boundaries they were breaking, he felt at peace. He peered up as she caressed his forehead, he noticed her dress falling from her bare, white shoulder. She was beautiful. At any moment she could slice his throat effortlessly, no one would care nor notice his disappearance. She wiped the last of the pearl-white foam from his cheeks and neck, revealing delicious, dark chocolate skin. They stood there, her hair tousled by the warm wind, staring at each other. A gust of warm wind nudged her into his hands.
