[DISCONTINUED] Random Short Stories

(s) THE ULTIMATE RIDE

Her screeching voice resounded throughout the wretched station. The backpack that latched onto him as if he was the sole rationale of its life finally released him, selfishly falling on the cement behind the bold yellow line. Some proposed that it all happened "within a flash", but the majority of the cheering crowd fawned excessively over every diminutive detail. The distinctive way his floating head cracked and twisted, and the hollow eyes that had given up on hope itself. The crimson juice they all craved beautifully decorated the station; the corrupted crowd leapt to savour their weekly meal. 

This was known as the "Ultimate Ride", the sole tradition that was infamous among the small town. Anyone who humbly refused to participate in the wonderful event were devoured from head to toe in the station's control room, their supposed deafening cries muffled by the fear of their own mind. But you see, there was no gruesome evidence of this "so-called murder". The participants weren't gullible, as they knew foreigners passed through the station everyday on the bullet train. Every drip of blood was to be finely licked off and the box of bones with the one red bone had to be stored deep, deep underground.

It was all in good measure, though, as no one outside ever found out about the town's happy ritual, as the discovery of such a thing would lead them to a certain, peaceful death. "August 30th," the vicious elder mumbled, "Time for the choosing of the next fortunate victim for the exciting Ultimate Ride!" Exuberant cheers flowed throughout the dark walls of the station, and the palpitating policeman collapsed as his muscular limbs scattered away from his now hollow head.