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

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Stalin once said: one death is a tragedy, but a million deaths is a statistic.

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My mother told me as a child: wherever you go, your shadow will always follow you.

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If someone dies never having made any impact on the world, never having touched others' lives, did that person exist at all?

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“Don’t be sad,” I consoled my German friend, “you can always do something else.”

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We were told by our superiors that the train carriages were full of the undead and had to be dealt with.

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Roses are red, violets are red

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My wife lay dead on the floor, her intestines spilling out from a huge hole in her belly.

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I didn't believe my patient when he told me that, every night in his dreams, a century passes.

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The old man curled up in bed and whimpered as the pale silhouette of his wife glided closer to the window.

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My own face stared at me from the computer screen: bloodied, lifeless and unresponsive.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
Stalin once said: one death is a tragedy, but a million deaths is a statistic.	9239
My mother told me as a child: wherever you go, your shadow will always follow you.	1031
If someone dies never having made any impact on the world, never having touched others' lives, did that person exist at all?	350
“Don’t be sad,” I consoled my German friend, “you can always do something else.”	250
We were told by our superiors that the train carriages were full of the undead and had to be dealt with.	246
Roses are red, violets are red	246
My wife lay dead on the floor, her intestines spilling out from a huge hole in her belly.	162
I didn't believe my patient when he told me that, every night in his dreams, a century passes.	153
The old man curled up in bed and whimpered as the pale silhouette of his wife glided closer to the window.	145
My own face stared at me from the computer screen: bloodied, lifeless and unresponsive.	134