Halloween Love
[Bite-sized Horror]

Fifty Word Fiction: The Factory

No one fully knew what the factory on the edge of town was for, but as she drove by one night and smelled the stale stench of decay, it occurred to her what exactly they were burning in this concrete contraption.

This was where they took you when you died.

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I'm a web designer hailing from the United States, with a penchant for accidentally inhaling coffee and taking pictures of my cat. I like to talk to birds (but they don't always talk back), and my future self likes to leave me little presents to find in the past.

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