I always used to wonder why the junkyard always has an almost deathly scent to it when i took a road near it with my bike. One day, i decided to climb over the fence at midnight and take a good look inside.
A car was getting crushed from above, but the sounds it were making told a different story.
Crunch,
A human spine.
Crush,
A human finger.
Crack,
A human skull.
Blood dripped from above me, still warm. I tried to scream, but someone was already behind me-
I always used to wonder why the junkyard had a deathly scent.
trapped in a trunk, i learned the truth.
A/N
+ Hey, so uh, this one isn't that good compared to my others, but it was a nice idea i had. Hope you enjoyed! +
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Drabble Collection
RandomA book for the small drabbles i write every once and awhile. Might end up being a large collection, might not. - Don't expect high quality. I barely write outside of writing assignments, and this is just a little project to refresh my writing...
