He watched in terror as the Nembutal was pushed into his veins.
A moment later his fear disintegrated into oblivion.
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
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He watched in terror as the Nembutal was pushed into his veins.
A moment later his fear disintegrated into oblivion.
We were making out ahd she pushed me down on the bed. When she pushed up my skirt and pulled down my panties I realized I’d picked the wrong day to steal her diamond labret
The sun exploded. Roughly eight minutes later, we got the bad news.
It was Jim’s idea to hill her. It was me what had to do it, though.
I was at my father’s funeral. As I reached the casket he opened his eyes.
For her final act, Maria pulls a rabbit out of her hat. The rabbit explodes—killing everyone in the venue.
I kissed her, she kissed back— she tasted of lust. Holding her tight, I began to notice how cold her body was.
My twin sister died yesterday. Now I wish the doctors had separated us at birth.
I was amazed to find that she lived for several weeks after I had cut off her head. I’ve read that the same curious phenomenon is also sometimes found in cockroaches.
Out on my first blind date, he reached over to stroke my face. He turned, a devilish grin creeping across his pockmarked face and said, “I love how your skin feels; let’s see what it’s like from the inside.”
She stroked her fingers though his hair and stared lovingly into his eyes before letting out a short, light sigh and falling asleep. He pulled the knife out, wiped it, and left.
The sound of children laughing and playing wafted through my home one balmy summer night. Only one problem, I don’t have any children.
I can’t do anything right.
I hear the tink, tink, tink of the shell casing setlling on the floor soon followed by the splat of the limp body’s face smacking the hard tile. I open my eyes and can see blood and brain matter sprayed on the wall, and I realize I’m alone and something has gone horribly wrong.
If I lose my mind please look for it. If you find it I will know.
I walked past gibbering madness, blank stares, hollow shells of men, and found the girl huddled in the corner. My diplomatic offer of flowers was met with a scream, a recoil, and a whisper: “They’re still alive, and I can hear their dying screams…”
His superpower is standing up. Mine is sitting on the floor.
She threw the old man’s ring into the weeds of the vacant lot, as her father cursed in Italian in the background. She would marry whom she chose.
I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”
I wanted a banana for lunch, so I could cut it up and eat it. When I finally got the courage to do so, all bananas seemed to have lost any resemblance of a banana.