Creative Writing

The Shack

The eyes in the baby sized head glow a pretty blue. It gives the white cracked skin an errie feel. On closer inspection it becomes apparent that the two glowing jars flanking the head hold various body parts. Dried blood coats the bottom of the shelf and hungry insects feed on it.

Shelves like this fill the small shack. The young police slowly backs out of the shack without touching anything. With a sigh he picks up his radio to call for back-up.

This is going to be a long day.

By Shari Marshall – 2020

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