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Family Portrait

Deviation Actions

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The silence was fierce, but the room seemed to hum. Dust lingered, trapped motionless in the slits of sunlight escaping through the cracks of the boarded window. Old, yellowing sheets hung over furniture, ravaged by age and the fangs of moths. The photographs were fading, and the wallpaper, peeling. The stench of decay lingered in the air. On one wall, a childs painting of a family hung. On another, blood ran to the floor. The severed bodies of a young family were laid, scattered across the ground. The floorboards were carpeted with the remenants brains and lungs. An axe lent in a corner.  A child, no more than six, rocked on her heels over the head of her decollated mother. She hummed a lullaby through giggles. Chunks of organs stained her hair, clothes and face. The child stood up. She grabbed the axe, and with a smirk, lifted it above her head. She struck the body of her mother. Splat. Blood stained the wall. Thud. Purèed heart leapt across the room. She turned to her father. The ritual continued, until her mother, father, sisters and brother were all thoroughly dismemered, and almost a thick, red paste. She giggled, and sat down. The silence took hold again.
This one is quite vicious. Enjoy.
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In my favorites it goes.
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