Please read my story about dead bodies??(its short)?

A bomb exploded! A car driving past veered off the bridge and plummeted into the swirling, icy water below. The river quickly began to turn red, as if a drop of dye had been splashed into a glass of water. The remains of the poor unfortunate victims began to rise slowly and lifelessly towards the top, at lest the parts of them that were still intact. Down stream a few miles away, washed up the arms and legs of the rivers latest victims. Flying overhead were scavenger birds, which began to fest upon the remains. They pecked and gnawed at the waterlogged and decaying flesh, like a starving man, enjoying an ornate holiday meal. The skin swollen, with a blackish blue color to it, and the smell of old pennies or rusting iron. Each peck left a pinkish tear in what was once a warm loving hand that felt pleasure and pain. Now the only feeling that surrounded it was that of the crows and vultures, as their bellies became full of the succulent treat.