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Weekly Contest #356
There was one hundred and forty pounds of rotting flesh underneath the closed casket. After seeing an old family vacation photo, I noted that Lisa Stanley was a pretty woman. She was probably a happy woman, no reason not to be. The funeral home’s wake room was big, yet over capacity. Unfortunately, Lisa’s face could not be fixed enough to put on display. Beauty and death do not always mix. The car crash had mangled up her head too much, there were clumps of brunette hair matted and tangled inside one of her empty eye sockets and half her sku...
The sight was grotesque — blood absorbing into the wood with an intense and metallic odor coating the air. His father’s heavy boots thudding against the ground as he walked around the garage, plucking knives off the wall and carrying them over. Tim became curious, as he watched his uncle dump the guts out. He looked over to his father cleaning a curved knife, “Dad, what do you do with the rest of it?” He spit into a plastic water bottle before grumbling out, “The rest? We trash it. Unless the buck was big, then we’d probably stuff its head a...
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