One Hundred-Word Halloween Horror Story – Day 17

"Suspended in chains.

Numb to thought and emotion.

Wishing for death now."

It was his perverted task, imposed by his master, to write haikus for every victim. In the beginning it was manageable. His master was quite creative in exacting horrors. But by the seventeenth day, the poet was beginning to feel writer’s block.

"Flesh scalded bright red.

Face inconceivably dead.

New corpse in the bed."

The poet had to find new, and novel ways to write haikus, or the master would devise a horror for him, himself!

"Screaming child at night.

Brothers and sisters defiled.

Dogs ate well, again."


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