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The Village

October 10th, 2007

There was an old and foul village so silent that you could hear other people from another village.It was so dark that you couldn’t see your hand if you put it in front of you. David was just walking from his work with a birthday hat saying ”Happy Birthday David”. Then, after walking a bit more, he seen the village.  

David had never seen this village before. He texted his wife saying that he would be back later.  He sent the text message and then slipped it back into his ripped pocket. David, who was so frightened to his skull, walked as slow as he could. It was like he was sneaking into a building or sneaking past some soilders. He was crouched a little bit. Suddenly, David stopped and looked forward - his eyes got bigger, like balloons getting blown up. His lower part of his mouth started moving downwards slowly like fish caught in a net struggling for freedom. He was looking at something, something bad,something horrible,something unbearable to look at. A red trail just like something or someone was dragged along the ground - dead or maybe just hurt badly. So David, who was almost dead with fright, followed the trail of blood…

FINISHED/ THE END

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