Halloween: A Fictional Narrative

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Timothy grabbed his bag of Halloween candy and stared hauling ass back down the street.
“There!” shouted Raymond. “It was that little shit right there.”
The bullies immediately gave chase to Timothy, and as Timothy ran away, he would periodically look back to see how far back they were. To Timothy's disappointment they were quickly gaining on him, and he was quickly becoming exhausted.
“We're gonna kill you, you little shit!” Timothy heard Alan screaming at him.
A stitch developed in Timothy's side, the pain grew rapidly until it was excruciating, and he was forced to stop running. He looked back at the bullies and could see that they were only about 50 yards away. Oh, crap I'm dead he thought, but then he looked to …show more content…

“Good evening jurors” the deer said to them. “If you could, just take your seats over there.” A mole, snake, and robin joined the rabbit, woodchuck, and gofer, and all six of them sat on log just like Timothy was forced too.
The fire flared up again, and when it died back down Timothy could see a toad sitting on a boulder on the other side of the fire.
“Good evening to you, your honor.” the deer beseeched to the bullfrog.
“Yes, yes, good evening to everyone.” the bullfrog said then letting out a croak. “Shall we get on with the trial? Let's see what we got here. Okay, here we are, Mother Nature v. Timothy Barren. The charges are thirty-seven counts of murder, eighty-one counts of torture, and one hundred and twenty-six counts of assault. How do you plead Mr. Barren?”
“WHAT? WHAT? ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” Timothy cried out.
“Please, Mr. Barren, watch your language here in court.” the toad said. “Now how do you pleaded?”
“My client pleads not guilty your honor.” A Weasel said coming through the wall of shrubs. “I'm sorry I'm late sir, but the kids needed to be feed before I left the

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