Can You Write A Horror Story In Two Sentences?
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Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
I closed the curtain as I had done many times before. This time the names Hillary Clinton and Jeb Bush stared up at me.
After 8 TERRIFYING YEARS it's ELECTION DAY again. President Obama just declared MARTIAL LAW!
Walking down the street I heard footsteps behind me. I turned, fell to the ground, and watched blood run over the curb onto the newly tarred road as I faded away.
When I wake I can never see. Then, the dirt always falls on my face.
Pretty little birds, come to peck your eyes out. A rabbit's timid eyes peek from your gutted-out ribcage as a sulking fox misses his scent.
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
Today's forecast for Winnipeg in February coming up next. Extreme windchill warning for Saturday night of minus 45 - exposed skin will freeze in less than two minutes.
The forecast for the next six weeks will be 80 degrees below zero and dropping as the Earth, wrenched from orbit by a passing comet, spins off into space. Too bad we don't have space shuttles anymore, we could at least load a few survivors onto them....
Bump. The sound a thread rising from pixel purgatory makes.
"Bump," he said, while grinding up bones to make his bread. Then he fed the grisly food to the lightning-resurrected thread.
'My, my, my, sugar pie. Look into my eye and see yourself die.'
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Five little words that mean so much. "Die, Die, Die My Darling."
(copyright to that song title goes to the Misfits
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Five little words that mean so much. "Die, Die, Die My Darling."
(copyright to that song title goes to the Misfits
)
You didn't think you would find a cab at this time of night? You still haven't.
The sound of my family growing roars in my ears. I never thought having the greenest lawn in the neighborhood would make for such an ugly sight.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. It wasn't enough.
She showed a half-grin to no one, as she mixed the poison into his after dinner whiskey. In the living room her husband awaited his death like a sacrificial lamb, stretched out on the couch instead of an altar.
I might be able to write a horror story in two sentences. Hrm, nevermind, apparently not.