This One Is An Outie – 50 Word Story

“P-P-Please, m-my children. T-They’re y-young, k-kids. P-P-Please, let them go.” He stammers, tears running down his face.

“You know, it’s too late for anything like that, don’t you? I mean,” he says, as he bends down and lifts a lifeless corpse of a child into his view.

“O-OH GOD NO!”

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