Ginger Bread Houses
Frosting dotted the candied windows, and it glazed my sister lips. Every so often a spoonful of frosting disappeared into the dark bottomless stomach of mine. Candies were laid on a path to the man's house, and the beautiful ginger world was safe from all harm. The man's children and wife came out to greet him. Suddenly the world went dark a hand reached for the man and suddenly his head was gone. Crumbs splattered on the ground, cries echoing in the air.
"DADDY NOO," screamed the children.
"Oh my god, honey," shouted the wife. Soon another hand swooped down grabbing the youngest son and the wife, in an evil fist. They screamed, but it was all over to soon. The house, the world, gone, swept into a bottomless pit.
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