Frosty Champagne glasses poured their cheap red wine on my body as I lied there.
I tried to scream.
I tried to close my eyes as the sticky red flushed my pupils; but I couldn't.
Their faces were blank. Almost as if their souls had been drained from their bodies. A boy, the last ounce of life from among the crowd, came up to me, pointed his boney little finger and laughed.
What a weird way to celebrate a Birthday...I thought before the ground collapsed around me.
"Don't laugh boy," I heard.
"Your time will come. Nobody escapes death."
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The Hundred Word Horror Show
HorrorA collection of grim poetry and micro-fiction written in no more than 100 words awaits you with Ronaldo Katwaroo's collection "The Hundred Word Horror Show." Grab your popcorn. Make sure to have your tickets ready. And enjoy the horror show! Just pr...
