Monday, December 16, 2013

Their Last Meal, a 100 word story

He prepared and served the meal for the expedition. His portion had already been inconspicuously put aside. Smiling as everyone came back for seconds. Once the pots and pans were cleaned up there would be nothing left, no trace evidence left of the Brugmansia.

He had used it before on parties like this one. The incident at Dyatlov Pass in Russia was one. Soon, everyone would have horrific hallucinations. They would tear out of their sleeping bags , through their tents, run madly into the freezing night. When it's cleared their systems they will be dying and alonein the night.

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