TwoSentenceHorror

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“Mommy you don’t need to buy me red paint anymore, I found some,” my daughter screeched at me happily, holding up little hands covered in bright crimson red.	624
With a savage cry my best friend and protector since childhood drove the knife down in a killing blow directly into the chest of my tormenter, the one who had hurt and cut me so many times throughout the years that I barely had an inch of skin left unscarred.	437
With a final zzzt the power went out, leaving me sitting in a darkness so complete I couldn’t see my own fingers hovering at the tip of my nose.	231
Eyes closed tightly and the excitement plain to hear in my voice, I began to slowly count down from 10, ready to be the victor in this final game of hide and seek.	37
With a satisfied smile he lit the candle inside the last Jack-O-Lantern and went inside to dispose of the lantern innards.	11
With small trembling fingers, she pulled the covers up to her tiny chin and whispered, “Please don’t let him come in here tonight, momma’s home, he doesn’t need to come in here, I don’t want him here.”	2
With one final flourish of his brush, the artist put the finishing touch on the portrait before giving a smile to his subject.	1
Ever since my relationship turned abusive I can’t seem to stop apologizing.	1
I sat on the edge of the exam room table, feet absently kicking at the air as I waited for the doc to come see me, so when my phone rang with Caller ID informing me it was my sister I answered it cheerfully, happy to have something to distract me.	1

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