My fingers bleeding, I resume playing with the strings of my guitar. I pluck them softly as I wrap them around each of his limbs fastening them so that they do not fall apart.
He would of made a nice meal, however, I think he will make a better ornament.
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Surreal Thrills: A Book of Micro-Stories.
Horror**Mature Content.** | 18+ | Created and dragged off of my twitter account against their will. Terrifying Micro-Stories that are short and disturbing. You will not rest easy after reading these.
