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

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I look at my genetically altered body: the webbed hands and almost flipper-like feet, the elongated, slender trunk, the slippery skin.

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"I haven't seen your face in ages!" he told me.

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As the child cowered behind the Christmas tree, he knew two things for certain:

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When they asked the terrified little girl where her brother was, she just knelt by the Christmas tree and shrieked, over and over:

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I stood at the shore of the wine-dark sea, at the edge of the sand I saw your footprints, my child.

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I look, and I see an alien, a horror, a monstrosity, darkness, fear... a thousand terrible things rolled into one.

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"You're not getting your worthless brains blown out,' I told the child molester....

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Our host was telling us all about the delicious fresh Thanksgiving turkey we were eating, and I asked how they made the wonderful stuffing.

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I watched in horror as he turned to me, and a mark blazed across his forehead, as he said:

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The deer I just shot brings me no pleasure, no exultation, just that familiar feeling of emptiness I can't seem to shake off anymore.

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I look at my genetically altered body: the webbed hands and almost flipper-like feet, the elongated, slender trunk, the slippery skin.	12
"I haven't seen your face in ages!" he told me.	12
As the child cowered behind the Christmas tree, he knew two things for certain:	12
When they asked the terrified little girl where her brother was, she just knelt by the Christmas tree and shrieked, over and over:	12
I stood at the shore of the wine-dark sea, at the edge of the sand I saw your footprints, my child.	12
I look, and I see an alien, a horror, a monstrosity, darkness, fear... a thousand terrible things rolled into one.	11
"You're not getting your worthless brains blown out,' I told the child molester....	11
Our host was telling us all about the delicious fresh Thanksgiving turkey we were eating, and I asked how they made the wonderful stuffing.	11
I watched in horror as he turned to me, and a mark blazed across his forehead, as he said:	11
The deer I just shot brings me no pleasure, no exultation, just that familiar feeling of emptiness I can't seem to shake off anymore.	11