Screaming in a mega-decibel roar the mobile one began amputating Burt.
| A Micro Graphic Novel Project |
| Chainsaw massacre |
| By iain park |
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It was a brisk sunny day in the forrest glade. Some of my friends had already headed south for a spell, others were just hanging out with me. I felt a chill run through me, soemthing bad was about to happen. The tranquility was shattered by a put put roar! CHAINSAW !!! Screaming in a mega-decibel roar the mobile one began amputating Burt. |
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| The horror continues, not content to rend limb from limb, the screaming, howling continues until Burt lies cold on the forrest floor, his life fluids leaking into the loam. Then the unspeakable happens, Burt is systematically hacked into ever smaller pieces. Easier to hide I suppose. |
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| I freeze in abject terror, thoughts flashing imagining myself in Burts place, thankful that it was him not me. |
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| The grisly task complete, the butcher hauls away Burts carcass, ashamed of the deed, the evil perpetrator is even now burning the evidence. Please, oh please mother spare me this agony. |
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