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I decided to write a dark humour story about a torso, yes, a torso. He has no arms and legs, only stumps. I want to know if the humour is humouring or not.
Chapter 1 - The torso’s death wish.
The scorching rays of the sun painted the sky pale orange. Ju stared at the bright sun. It looked like a fireball burning his skin off layer by layer. Ju’s bare back touched the hot sand, and he could feel his skin being cooked like a fish in a pan. His jaw was open as he panted.
“Fuck! At this rate, I’ll be cooked.”
Ju mumbled as he breathed heavily. He turned his head and looked at his limbs.
They were missing.
All four of them.
Ju rolled his eyes as he cursed.
“Fuck those bastards! They should have killed me too!”
Ju could feel his cracked tongue and his breath growing heavier. After all, where could he drink water in these dunes?
Except my own piss, there is nothing!
He cursed inwardly this time. Ju wanted to die rather than live as a torso, and tried to explore a few ways, but failed as the dunes had nothing grave.
Except
He stared into the sky as a few black dots appeared in it. They circled the spot he was staring at.
Vultures!
Ju spat, but it fell onto his own face. He grimaced as he flicked his head to get the spit off, but it barely moved. Instead, it spread all over his lower face. He did not want to die at the vultures.
Ju imagined his death if the vultures decided it was his time. In his mind, the sharp beak of a vulture pierced his eyeball and plucked it. A thin nerve connected to it also came out.
Another drilled into his heart as he stared at it with his one eye. His crimson blood flowed out as the vulture moved its head like a chicken.
Sssss-ah, A sound escaped its mouth. It sounded like air escaping a closed wooden tube.
Two more pulled his skin apart from his stumps and ate the leftover meat clinging to his sliced-off bones. Red meat slipped into their throats as they feasted.
However, Ju’s face paled as he imagined the last one.
The last one stood near his leg stumps.
It moved, step by step.
Finally, it stood on his undergarment, which was the only thing left on him. The vulture raised its legs and swiped it, with a slash, his undergarments came off.
There they were.
His balls.
The vulture raised its beak and before it could drill it into his balls.
Ju screamed,
"No!"
Chapter 1 - The torso’s death wish.
The scorching rays of the sun painted the sky pale orange. Ju stared at the bright sun. It looked like a fireball burning his skin off layer by layer. Ju’s bare back touched the hot sand, and he could feel his skin being cooked like a fish in a pan. His jaw was open as he panted.
“Fuck! At this rate, I’ll be cooked.”
Ju mumbled as he breathed heavily. He turned his head and looked at his limbs.
They were missing.
All four of them.
Ju rolled his eyes as he cursed.
“Fuck those bastards! They should have killed me too!”
Ju could feel his cracked tongue and his breath growing heavier. After all, where could he drink water in these dunes?
Except my own piss, there is nothing!
He cursed inwardly this time. Ju wanted to die rather than live as a torso, and tried to explore a few ways, but failed as the dunes had nothing grave.
Except
He stared into the sky as a few black dots appeared in it. They circled the spot he was staring at.
Vultures!
Ju spat, but it fell onto his own face. He grimaced as he flicked his head to get the spit off, but it barely moved. Instead, it spread all over his lower face. He did not want to die at the vultures.
Ju imagined his death if the vultures decided it was his time. In his mind, the sharp beak of a vulture pierced his eyeball and plucked it. A thin nerve connected to it also came out.
Another drilled into his heart as he stared at it with his one eye. His crimson blood flowed out as the vulture moved its head like a chicken.
Sssss-ah, A sound escaped its mouth. It sounded like air escaping a closed wooden tube.
Two more pulled his skin apart from his stumps and ate the leftover meat clinging to his sliced-off bones. Red meat slipped into their throats as they feasted.
However, Ju’s face paled as he imagined the last one.
The last one stood near his leg stumps.
It moved, step by step.
Finally, it stood on his undergarment, which was the only thing left on him. The vulture raised its legs and swiped it, with a slash, his undergarments came off.
There they were.
His balls.
The vulture raised its beak and before it could drill it into his balls.
Ju screamed,
"No!"
