Can You Write A Horror Story In Two Sentences?
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She didn't believe the dark had teeth.
Until cool lips closed around her ankle.
Until cool lips closed around her ankle.
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The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. And sinks his fangs into it's flank, growling,tearing,covered in steaming offal as the dog's eyes glaze,twitch,and become still..
She smelled whiskey in the air as bed-springs shifted when she climbed quietly in.
It was only a matter of time before it would begin again, silent tears rolled down her burning cheek.
It was only a matter of time before it would begin again, silent tears rolled down her burning cheek.
That sounds like a domestic horror story for sure
.....Honey, the IRS is on the line for you....
...Ahh SHI*!!!!!!......
...Ahh SHI*!!!!!!......
The moon was full as I stumbled along the path, following a pair of footprints; one set a man's, the other my daughters impossibly tiny feet. The way became wetter as I neared the small lake and just as I reached the shore, the mans prints became cloven as they disappeared into the black water.
Doctor: "Okay, one more time...push!"
Nurse: "Is it supposed to look like that?"
Nurse: "Is it supposed to look like that?"
Something hard had hit my cheek, sticking there- I brushed it away in disgust, looking down at the back of my hand I saw that it was one of Fable’s teeth. Somewhere in the room I heard a low, guttural moan only to realize it was coming from me.
I can write a horror story in two words:
Justin Bieb-......
*sigh*
Nope, can't make myself do it.
Justin Bieb-......
*sigh*
Nope, can't make myself do it.
Doctor: Holly, it's not menopause. You're pregnant.
You know, The Man and I had that discussion this weekend. I would probably die on the spot. It was horrifying enough when I was almost 40--at close to 50 it would kill me (lol)
Girl, some of my Catholic friends just keep on going with it. I.just.can't. My patience is gone. My need for a good night's sleeps trumps all things.
Yup. I was almost 39 when Nick was born, and the energy difference between that experience and when my first was born at almost 27 was marked. My big kids were a great help--thank God they were happy about getting a new little brother--but I don't think it's fair to rely upon older kids to help raise the youngers, and that's what would happen. Let them have (or not have) kids of their own in their own time, and be able to go into that situation without long-time resentment, right?