I always hated it when the dogs would wake me up in the dead of morning, barking, pawing at the doors, and making all manner of god-awful noise. Now I just wish they were here to make them, as those noises continue to this day, even though I don’t keep any pets.
Category: Writing
Two-Sentence Horror Story #18
My real face writhes beneath the makeup, where the grins are wider and the laughs are in endless supply. People seem to think my jokes are all about the punchline, but as I always say when the knives come out, the setup is just as big a killer.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #17
It chittered and squeaked at me, in a high-pitched voice that no child should have been able to make. I still couldn’t make out its facial features in the dark, but as it started to jerk and stalk towards me, I fumbled backwards, no longer wanting to know what it looked like.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #16
I used to love Chicago-style deep dish pizza. That all changed in an instant when I bit into this one slice, my teeth coming down on a part of a finger, complete with nails and bone.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #15
You try to escape, but the fear has overwhelmed you. Your poor brain, screaming at your body to act, to pull away, to run, to do anything, is helpless to defend you from your own fright.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #14
She had such beautiful eyes. I simply couldn’t leave them to languish in her plain, lifeless head.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #13
The little boy’s saccharine smile definitely hid something, and unnerved me. “Come with me,” he said, taking my sleeve and pulling me toward the darkness of the hallway, “I want to show you something.”
Two-Sentence Horror Story #12
There’s nothing quite like waking up to a hot breakfast, already laid out on the table for you when you wake up in the morning. Particularly if you live alone, keep your doors locked, and don’t employ a cook.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #11
A stab of fear surged through my body as it shambled down the hall towards me, slowly, as if it knew I had nowhere else to go. I ducked back into the elevator, hitting the buttons again, repeatedly, but again they refused to respond in the slightest.
Two-Sentence Horror Story #10
The night was pitch black outside my window, and I couldn’t see anything beyond ink darkness. Then it opened its eyes and bared its fangs, and suddenly I could see my terror reflected starkly in them.
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