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

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'What type of steak do you want for dinner today, ribeye, calf, flank or rump?'.

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After ten seconds with my hand on the stove and screaming my throat raw, the man with a gun to my head removed it with a chuckle.

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The pain stopped when all of my nerve endings had been burnt away by the fire.

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"Timmy what the hell are you doing" she screamed as she walked into her son's bedroom.

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Dont break your screen.

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Somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me.

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After day 4 lost in the sewer tunnels we scratched a mark into the wall to keep our bearings.

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In a sleep-induced haze I heard a rattle from the darkness.

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As a cardinal studying under the pope I once had the pleasure of his company, but he told me something I'll never forget.

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My fingers began to sink into the canvas as artist became art.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
'What type of steak do you want for dinner today, ribeye, calf, flank or rump?'.	2282
After ten seconds with my hand on the stove and screaming my throat raw, the man with a gun to my head removed it with a chuckle.	1633
The pain stopped when all of my nerve endings had been burnt away by the fire.	941
"Timmy what the hell are you doing" she screamed as she walked into her son's bedroom.	394
Dont break your screen.	268
Somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me.	169
After day 4 lost in the sewer tunnels we scratched a mark into the wall to keep our bearings.	97
In a sleep-induced haze I heard a rattle from the darkness.	81
As a cardinal studying under the pope I once had the pleasure of his company, but he told me something I'll never forget.	79
My fingers began to sink into the canvas as artist became art.	64