60% of my corn preferences has turned into looking at other dude’s hot dogs : a podcast willing to go there...like really go there #114

darkness seeps thick and thicker as creaks and whines and gurgles burble towards 2 tinie tiny tinies, now cautiously stepping forward  hand in hand into darkness. the woods engulf them. a sharp crack snaps quick to their right and they cower holding each other tightly. the crack is quickly followed by a wet snap and a frantic fury of sinew, bone and muscle obscured in dark and brush. to their left and just above them another too quick snap, crack, squeal and the 2 tinies can only whisper whimpers to each other. 
‘i am afraid.’
‘me too.’
‘do not lose me.’
‘never.’
2 tiny hands clasp tighter as 2 tinies hands beat harder.