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

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Starving and exhausted, I asked Mom how I was supposed to stir the jar of chunky peanut butter.

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Demon.

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"You will be tortured one lifetime here for every life you took on earth" the Devil gloated.

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Sickly, destitute, and alone, I sold my soul for a second chance at life.

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The dentist promised that getting my wisdom teeth pulled wouldn't make me dumber, but now it seems like I'm forgetting things.

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My blood went cold as my daughter rolled up her sleeves revealing dozens of bruises.

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One thousand years face down in worship had robbed me of my will, yet just enough was left to question if I could endure this for eternity.

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Critics called my work one-dimensional, claiming that I couldn't sculpt facial expressions beyond fear and anguish.

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Rejected from college and now in prison, I was ready to hang myself until I saw some inspiring words written on the rafters.

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I thought I was going crazy hearing scratching in my head every night

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
Starving and exhausted, I asked Mom how I was supposed to stir the jar of chunky peanut butter.	25
Demon.	25
"You will be tortured one lifetime here for every life you took on earth" the Devil gloated.	22
Sickly, destitute, and alone, I sold my soul for a second chance at life.	16
The dentist promised that getting my wisdom teeth pulled wouldn't make me dumber, but now it seems like I'm forgetting things.	14
My blood went cold as my daughter rolled up her sleeves revealing dozens of bruises.	11
One thousand years face down in worship had robbed me of my will, yet just enough was left to question if I could endure this for eternity.	7
Critics called my work one-dimensional, claiming that I couldn't sculpt facial expressions beyond fear and anguish.	1
Rejected from college and now in prison, I was ready to hang myself until I saw some inspiring words written on the rafters.	1
I thought I was going crazy hearing scratching in my head every night	1