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

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Every morning I wake up to somebody different.

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I walked into the Big Top, and inhaled deep a helpfulness for the alluring scent of cotton candy and popcorn.

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I lay back to watch the meteor shower above.

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"Do you even miss me," I thought, gazing at my estranged wife while she put away the remnants of the night's meal.

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There's mold in the attic.

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The moon cast its comforting aura over me as I lay admiring the stars.

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After our systems failed, my crew and I have become stranded beneath the ocean's surface.

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I closed my eyes and counted to ten.

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"Sir, may I be excused, my head hurts."

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I always loved when my grandpa would take his dentures out, making them talk and tell stories like some sort of morbid puppet; so when he passed away when I was younger, he left them to me.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
Every morning I wake up to somebody different.	92
I walked into the Big Top, and inhaled deep a helpfulness for the alluring scent of cotton candy and popcorn.	73
I lay back to watch the meteor shower above.	69
"Do you even miss me," I thought, gazing at my estranged wife while she put away the remnants of the night's meal.	68
There's mold in the attic.	68
The moon cast its comforting aura over me as I lay admiring the stars.	64
After our systems failed, my crew and I have become stranded beneath the ocean's surface.	59
I closed my eyes and counted to ten.	55
"Sir, may I be excused, my head hurts."	54
I always loved when my grandpa would take his dentures out, making them talk and tell stories like some sort of morbid puppet; so when he passed away when I was younger, he left them to me.	52