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Even so, when the other passengers began to rend her and the child to pieces, I still found that I could only barely stomach participating.
However, as you gaze at the amount of blood covering your car, you figure there might be a few minutes to spare after all.
Regardless of my protests, they push these pills on me and perpetuate fantasies that it's all in my head.
I know the truth; I've opened the cellar door.
Sitting alone in my dilapidated apartment for years now, I realize its not always in that order.
but so did the meat worm
I looked at Earth one last time before my suit ran out of power
I stood atop his grave and smiled, imagining him screaming and clawing at his coffin lid as he did the two previous times I wished him back.
Died tonight, and learned i’ll be living them for my afterlife.
Feeling the trickle of water rise to my chin, I let go of the prison bars in bitter resentment.
I initially thought that this hardly warranted a phone call, until I remembered that my sons excursion was to the Grand Canyon...
If I don’t find another way to start a campfire tonight, I’ll freeze to death.
I suppose I should be flattered my husband still finds me attractive after all these years.
“Sorry ma’am, children only” they said, as they continue loading up the last lifeboat on the ship.
I knew it to be true because mirrors don't lie.
Imagine the betrayal I felt when a stitch slipped and a ray of light hit my eye for the first time.
He’s crying nonstop and he won’t acknowledge me
And I’m just… so hungry.
"Sea salt," I clarified, "sea salt keeps us out."
I passed it in my hallway every day for nearly eight years before realising the handwriting was the same as on the girl's suicide note.
Which really pisses me off because that's what...
You begin to scream as your newborn eyes open to the hospital room, your memory already fading as you repeat this life once again - you had been in that darkness so many times before, but you don't know which way the number is ticking.
Ironically, now that they are old, hungry, covered in bedsores, and begging to be put out of their misery, I still have the same mantra.
I'm beginning to think some of you are just making yours up.
But when I found her severed head in there, I learned that every other choice would have been correct as well.
What is that glowing ball in the sky and why does it hurt my eyes?
I was just about to flush when I felt hairy legs touching my skin from underneath.
Unfortunately for us, he was a fake and the sorceress from the other dimension was the real deal.
Yet, as a devastating solar flare engulfed the planet, the chip's glitched response transformed the masses into vacant-eyed zombies, forever trapped in a collective state of mindless drooling.
Scientists and linguists, working day and night for month after grueling month finally decoded it: "SHUT UP! THEY'RE LISTENING!"
The head popped off right afterward.
I looked over my collection and gave him the left hand of my mother.
The last man on Earth hears a knock on the door. (Not mine, but I remember hearing it somewhere)
I cried as the priest lit the tinder piled around me.
I agreed with my coworker, right up until I came home to my elderly mother, body pinned under the bookshelf and phone still in hand.
Until I saw something moving toward me from the distance.
As my limbs began turning to wood, I realized that I should have been more specific.