I dreamt I was killed; not by the ax she struck me with from behind but by the company of my unsound mind.
Fighting to shake the sleep off my skin, I clutched the dream catcher by the lining of the coffin where my headboard once had been.
Just as I was finished washing the dishes my daughter pulled on my yellow dress and beckoned me to follow her to her room. She still held tightly as I walked into the empty room, remembering that my daughter had died two weeks ago.
It was 3am, cold and dark, I walked to the kitchen for food. When I opened the refrigerator for something to munch… there was no food. AT ALL..
The other day while I was having sex, I think I accidentally said “Dad.”
My dad doesn’t like it when I call him that during sex.
I was alone cleaning in my house and on my way up the attic I heard a little voice saying, “take a break and let’s play.”
It was a hot summer day, I was at school working alone in my advisory classroom. It was so hot that I planned to open the windows til I have realized that there was someone behind the curtains.
The only thing that you’re aware of are these words in your field of vision; this will change as soon as you’ve acclimatized.
The upload was a success; your body died as your consciousness was transferred online.
In order to stop my four-year-old son from swearing, I told him that with every curse a fluffy kitten dies. Our back garden is now littered with tiny graves, but the boy has got to learn about consequences.
With the last two bites, the tendons severed. He was free.
As Jay introduced the guest, he had forgotten the new moive , the scandalous internet posts, and the new boyfriend who was the “one”. Instead he decided to talk to the actual person, it was the worst reviews he had ever gotten.
A few days after her funeral, he was heading to pick the kids up from school when he got a call.
It said “Don’t worry honey, I got them”.
So one day, I accidentally cut my finger and blood started oozing out, and dripping on the floor. Like always, my polite housekeeper asked, “Sir, can I finish your leftovers”?
I breathed a sigh of relief as the madman ceased his relentless pursuit.
The last thing I heard before I hit the ground was his loud, triumphant laughter.
Sam and Louise were in the living room, standing on their heads. They should have read the CC&R before buying this condo.
She intended to live forever or die trying. But with the woods being so lovely, dark, and deep she couldn’t resist.
It was a dark and stormy night filled with ghosts, witches, hobgoblins, skeletons, werewolves, frankensteins, draculas and headless horsemen. They were really scary and made me run home and quickly climb into my bed, only to find it had turned into a coffin with a hideous cackling mummy inside it.
He regularly gave all other Two Sentence Stories entries low ratings in order to boost his own score, but one morning awoke to find that all his own stories had only two stars. Unable to face this horrific turn of events, he hurled himself into binge of cyber-hate culminating in a Youtube comment spree which quickly degenerated into a series of shameful racist rants.
I couldn’t sleep, so I turned on my nightlight.
Only to see an unfamiliar shadow suddenly disappear.