The World of Myth Magazine

Damn, Ellie muttered, as Earl's head detached and rolled down the steps like a basketball, coming to rest in a mud puddle. I shouldn't have cut so deep. She continued dragging the headless body of her cheating, drunk of a husband across the front yard into the holding pen where her prize sow, Daisey, was squealing in anticipation. Ellie grinned and watched as the pig hungerly tore into him and began devouring his dripping intestines. Then, she grabbed Earl's bloody head and lobed it in, too, watching as it went splat in a pile of manure. Two points, she laughed.

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