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

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For most of my life my parents have bragged about how my brother is as good as gold, while telling me I’ll never be worth as much as he is because he has the golden touch.

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As the South African sun set I approached an unusually large basket only for two massive limbs to reach from behind it and force me into the basket despite my screams.

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I snuck up on the the rhea hoping that it would not run away.

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The distant whistle echoed across the border of the jungle and the grasslands as I drunkenly walked home in the pouring rain.

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Last week while walking home at night after work I encountered a floating, pale-faced, red-eyed person wrapped in bandages that caused me to run home in fear.

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My beloved son went missing because he never listened to his Papai and I when we warned him against crying himself to sleep at night.

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The twisting and myriad stone formations had drawn my attention from afar yet as I grew closer I noticed one was moving.

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I went down to the Glenade Lough to get some wildlife observations for my research paper.

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As I fled for my life the rampant rainfall and rising floodwaters caused the Kariba Dam to crack and distort from the torrential water pressure behind it.

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I was stargazing in the streets of my rural village when a tiny human made off of fire appeared and began zooming around me via hand walking.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
For most of my life my parents have bragged about how my brother is as good as gold, while telling me I’ll never be worth as much as he is because he has the golden touch.	36
As the South African sun set I approached an unusually large basket only for two massive limbs to reach from behind it and force me into the basket despite my screams.	35
I snuck up on the the rhea hoping that it would not run away.	35
The distant whistle echoed across the border of the jungle and the grasslands as I drunkenly walked home in the pouring rain.	35
Last week while walking home at night after work I encountered a floating, pale-faced, red-eyed person wrapped in bandages that caused me to run home in fear.	34
My beloved son went missing because he never listened to his Papai and I when we warned him against crying himself to sleep at night.	34
The twisting and myriad stone formations had drawn my attention from afar yet as I grew closer I noticed one was moving.	34
I went down to the Glenade Lough to get some wildlife observations for my research paper.	33
As I fled for my life the rampant rainfall and rising floodwaters caused the Kariba Dam to crack and distort from the torrential water pressure behind it.	32
I was stargazing in the streets of my rural village when a tiny human made off of fire appeared and began zooming around me via hand walking.	32