Russel was a terribly timid man, so fearful that the villagers labelled him “Russel the Spineless”, yelling various insults as he walked around their little village each day. They did so without fear of retaliation, as they knew he was not brave enough to try anything. Out of all his tormentors, the most profound was the grave digger, who had hated Russel ever since he learnt that Russel was too scared to consider even crossing the cemetery. This man never missed an opportunity to mock him.
It was a cold winter evening, just like any other, when Russel stared at the cemetery, contemplating walking through it to save a precious many minutes, then dismissed the idea just as quickly, as he imagined what lurked under the countless graves. And …show more content…
He tried to scream, but his voice drowned in his throat . Instead he made incoherent gurgling noises. Suddenly the wind picked up, his torch went out, and shadowy figures shimmered into existence, closing in on him. One of them opened its mouth, and Russel managed to scream at the sight within, row upon row of razor sharp teeth, dried blood splattered across them.
He screamed as loud as he could, begging for help, but no one replied . The lead figure opened its mouth, and roared. A primal sound, filled with rage, a need for blood, his blood . And Russel knew he was done for, yet he never stopped screaming. He screamed as his limbs were ripped off, bones snapping, vessels bursting, muscles ripping. He watched as his limbs were consumed by the figures, and his eyes remained open as his body was ripped apart, face frozen with an expression of terror, his suffering eternalised on his untouched face.
The next day, when the villagers went into the cemetery to find out what had happened to ‘Spineless Russel’ they found his hands frozen to the pole, and the shredded remains of his body lying hither and thither. The last thing William saw before he lost his breakfast was the untouched but beheaded face of Russel, mouth wide open in the middle of a
It was a cold winter evening, just like any other, when Russel stared at the cemetery, contemplating walking through it to save a precious many minutes, then dismissed the idea just as quickly, as he imagined what lurked under the countless graves. And …show more content…
He tried to scream, but his voice drowned in his throat . Instead he made incoherent gurgling noises. Suddenly the wind picked up, his torch went out, and shadowy figures shimmered into existence, closing in on him. One of them opened its mouth, and Russel managed to scream at the sight within, row upon row of razor sharp teeth, dried blood splattered across them.
He screamed as loud as he could, begging for help, but no one replied . The lead figure opened its mouth, and roared. A primal sound, filled with rage, a need for blood, his blood . And Russel knew he was done for, yet he never stopped screaming. He screamed as his limbs were ripped off, bones snapping, vessels bursting, muscles ripping. He watched as his limbs were consumed by the figures, and his eyes remained open as his body was ripped apart, face frozen with an expression of terror, his suffering eternalised on his untouched face.
The next day, when the villagers went into the cemetery to find out what had happened to ‘Spineless Russel’ they found his hands frozen to the pole, and the shredded remains of his body lying hither and thither. The last thing William saw before he lost his breakfast was the untouched but beheaded face of Russel, mouth wide open in the middle of a