Cemetery Boys
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All is still, save for the yellowing leaves swirling just above the ground and the gentle sway of crops in the large, golden fields. Not far from this quaint scene, the rhythmic patter of footsteps can be heard.
They're going to the cemetery again.
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A really short self-indulgent story about some boys at a cemetery, morbid, I know.
I can't promote my writing to save my life.
This has not been properly edited, and is not my most quality piece of horror (if it is even enough to be horror) but hey, whatever.
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