Since children started playing violent video games these are the types of stories we see now many times in school.
Some weird stranger came up behind me with a machete and lopped off my head It rolled away, down an embankment, landing in a ditch of wet soggy leaves. It was cackling that crazy laugh I have when I am nervous, not realizing it was dead. I ran after it, and plopped it back into place, but it had lost some neck muscles, and it fell off again. I chased it as it tumbled across the highway, missing a black truck by inches. The weird stranger was running in the other direction now. I could not see him go. My eyes were gone. My soggy angry head was yelling at me now. “You are dead stupid!” This made me mad, so I kicked it into the back forty. Then I stomped back up the hill, determined to catch and kick the weird stranger. I will teach him for making me dead.
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