WARNING! The Shed is an extreme horror short story. Please do not purchase this book if you are easily shocked, disgusted, or offended. In our town of Brutality, the annual Gala was such an important event. Something that all the locals looked forward to. We had floats, balloons, hangings, decapitations, fun rides for the kids as well as clowns. This year, I intended to swipe the coveted Happy Day Scythe. For the past ten years, that horrible cow, Mrs Diana Harper won it. Not this time, though, I was so going to fix her wagon. I've invited Mrs Gloria Price over for tea. The woman practically organises the Gala all by herself. She's almost like royalty. I'm going to make her my famous stew. That's bound to put me in her good books. Everybody simply adores my stew. I just need to go to the shed to prepare the meat. I hope he has stopped crying. I do hate it when they're snivelling and begging me to let them go free. I prefer them quiet as I dismember them.