/u/DHF_Dissociations's posts in /r/TwoSentenceHorror

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The clock at the far end of the room ticks to a minute past midnight as the phone begins ringing.

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“Let’s hit that tips goal,” the livestreamer smiled.

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“You can implore me to reconsider all you want, but I don’t fall for these ‘good cop, bad cop’ games,” the detainee sneered.

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"I must admit these are strange conversation topics for a first date," I said with a smile until a cold gun barrel pressed into the back of my neck.

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In his trauma-ravaged mind, the war never truly ended.

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The constellation of pins stuck in the corkboard map meant nothing to the detectives until a researcher burst into the room.

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"Prior! Prior, you idiot!" the lead surgeon screamed at me on my first day.

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"I'm sorry, Dad -- I know it's the family business, but I will never agree to take up your mantle."

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I wondered whether that unhealed sliver of a cut on her forehead happened because the police had “invited her for tea” in the past few weeks.

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I remember the blackbirds perched in thick groups like clots of preening black movement, watching us in the cemetery from every rooftop.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
The clock at the far end of the room ticks to a minute past midnight as the phone begins ringing.	19
“Let’s hit that tips goal,” the livestreamer smiled.	17
“You can implore me to reconsider all you want, but I don’t fall for these ‘good cop, bad cop’ games,” the detainee sneered.	15
"I must admit these are strange conversation topics for a first date," I said with a smile until a cold gun barrel pressed into the back of my neck.	15
In his trauma-ravaged mind, the war never truly ended.	14
The constellation of pins stuck in the corkboard map meant nothing to the detectives until a researcher burst into the room.	14
"Prior! Prior, you idiot!" the lead surgeon screamed at me on my first day.	14
"I'm sorry, Dad -- I know it's the family business, but I will never agree to take up your mantle."	13
I wondered whether that unhealed sliver of a cut on her forehead happened because the police had “invited her for tea” in the past few weeks.	13
I remember the blackbirds perched in thick groups like clots of preening black movement, watching us in the cemetery from every rooftop.	12