The two men wandered into the clearing as it grew dark. To their horror it was littered with bodies.
“It’s like they’re empty vessels that were discarded.” One of them said checking a body. “They were exsanguinated. Vampires?” The other man looked around, the colour drained from his face.
“No, not vampires. Blood-Trees.” He stated.
“Trees that get their nourishment from the blood of the living, rather than from out of the soil.”
It was now dark. All around them they heard the creaking of branches. The moon arose showing trees with black twisted shapes now surrounded them.
Word count: 99
They were total goners. I didn’t even bother giving them names… Sweet dreams everyone 🙂
This was written with the prompt nourish provided by the Carrot Ranch May 7 Flash Fiction Challenge.
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