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I wasn't afraid of God's punishment for my time on Earth.

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Reaching the body of one of the crew members, the astronaut hooked a tether and began to pull them across the vast dark cosmic backdrop of space.

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I overheard my wife's plan to kill me, but I didn't want to die.

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Watching as our food supply dwindled by the day, he both figured we could barely scrape by until the next ship arrived to save us.

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You wouldn't think killing would be a viable profession.

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When it was discovered Christianity was built on lies and infidelity, the world erupted into chaos.

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The goddess, all senses lost, prayed to by only the perverse, was defiled by her followers, leaving amalgamations of flesh and sin.

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I found it strange how my nightly dreams always had an abacus in them.

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It was always either-or, never in between.

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I hacked and spluttered into the phone, foam building as I tried to form a coherent sentence.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I wasn't afraid of God's punishment for my time on Earth.	56
Reaching the body of one of the crew members, the astronaut hooked a tether and began to pull them across the vast dark cosmic backdrop of space.	56
I overheard my wife's plan to kill me, but I didn't want to die.	53
Watching as our food supply dwindled by the day, he both figured we could barely scrape by until the next ship arrived to save us.	51
You wouldn't think killing would be a viable profession.	51
When it was discovered Christianity was built on lies and infidelity, the world erupted into chaos.	49
The goddess, all senses lost, prayed to by only the perverse, was defiled by her followers, leaving amalgamations of flesh and sin.	49
I found it strange how my nightly dreams always had an abacus in them.	48
It was always either-or, never in between.	45
I hacked and spluttered into the phone, foam building as I tried to form a coherent sentence.	43