They bit and chewed, they ripped and licked, every piece of flesh I had left. They drank my juice, ate my pulp and gulped my seeds. They peeled my skin and left me to rot in the burning sun. After they finished eating me alive they flew above my head and cawed, with their high pitched voice. Even if they fed off already carved pumpkins, they had the freedom to fly, they could get away. Meanwhile, I am still there, tied to my broken pole trying to scare them away.
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Short StoryOne short story everyday, each day a new theme on halloween. Like inktober but with short stories. I'll update my other story Anything for a cofffee (and a cute girl) another time. I'm sorry but I'm not feeling like focusing on that story for now, I...
