/u/Ri0tG3ar's posts in /r/TwoSentenceHorror

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I've been alone for most of my life.

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I woke up unable to move and there were doctors observing me.

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I work for NASA studying mainly the great attractor.

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I love running. Or maybe its the chase, the panic of my prey and the eventual killing ritual when I catch them.

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I and my team had been studying deep sea octopi, me on the "box of Doom" deep down and they above the surgace of the ocean.

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I really love my wife, even more so now that she stopped all that wailing and crying.

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I don't undesrtand other people and they don't seem to undestand me..

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Drip, drip drip.

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There once was a little girl in a little town.

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I was almost forty when I started believing in Santa again, fearing him again. That's when i saw the creature scowling and grinning at me from the roof, its wrangled body and white beard covered in blood and a piece of flesh on its claw like hands.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I've been alone for most of my life.	32
I woke up unable to move and there were doctors observing me.	27
I work for NASA studying mainly the great attractor.	12
I love running. Or maybe its the chase, the panic of my prey and the eventual killing ritual when I catch them.	12
I and my team had been studying deep sea octopi, me on the "box of Doom" deep down and they above the surgace of the ocean.	11
I really love my wife, even more so now that she stopped all that wailing and crying.	7
I don't undesrtand other people and they don't seem to undestand me..	6
Drip, drip drip.	2
There once was a little girl in a little town.	1
I was almost forty when I started believing in Santa again, fearing him again. That's when i saw the creature scowling and grinning at me from the roof, its wrangled body and white beard covered in blood and a piece of flesh on its claw like hands.	1