There. Over there. He hung there with his head slanted in the ropes gasp. His neck swollen with the restriction at the throat, his body just sways in the dry summer breeze, limp, lifeless and pale. There he will stay till the malodorous, pungent smell of decomposition smothers the nearby sheep in their sleep. Here he will rot from his bones with flesh peeling from his face. Here he will hang in the shadows till he wastes away.
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HorrorHere i will write short stories/paragraphs ect. I will upload a new one each chapter. They will all be random. please read and enjoy. if you want i can publish your own short story in here if you message me your tale. I will give all credit to you!!!
