The Pinata

It was just a normal Cinco de Mayo party. Chips, music, and a multi-colored pinata. As they chose children to whack the pinata, I was the first to be chosen. They gave me a long metal stick to whack with, and the blindfold went on. In the darkness, I swung at whatever I could. I heard a smack of something, and people were screaming in joy. I decided to continue hitting the pinata.

I was completely determined to break that pinata open, and since I hadn't heard the wrappers of candy, or the sound of feet, I took one more swing at the pinata. Bash! I heard the sound of something breaking open and contents spilling out. However... I didn't hear children running to where I was at. I lifted my blindfold, and opened my eyes. Everyone was dead, with broken necks and bashed heads, and the sound from moments before had been the organs of an adult spilling out. The pinata was deeply stained red, but with not a single scratch upon it.

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Credited to Abigail Gallagher

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