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

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"IT'S JUST FUCKING MEAT" my wife screamed, her voice knotted with desperation and pain.

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'Splwap, splwap, splwap, splwap'... NSFW

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The hiss of the stove's flame, the whir of that creaky old vent fan, and the sound of a pot hitting the tile floor dissipated.

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In a voice of leather and gold, the man in black told me to sign my name in his book.

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"It's like cracking an egg, you want to use a flat surface, and never a sharp edge, or you'll end up with crunchy bits where you don't want them".

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Forgotten by man and forsaken by a God who had once cared enough to do so, Lucifer scoured the deserts of Heaven, weeping and seeking redemption.

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An elderly woman sat bedside with her geriatric husband, processing all his doctors had said about dementia.

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when I was young my mother used to tuck me in at night.

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It started with a moist crunching, impossibly close but somehow still muffled.

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A small, lightly armed cadre of the distant King's seers, soothsayers, and various other bullshitters trudged across the barren grassland while Golt followed at a distance.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
"IT'S JUST FUCKING MEAT" my wife screamed, her voice knotted with desperation and pain.	4358
'Splwap, splwap, splwap, splwap'... NSFW	2487
The hiss of the stove's flame, the whir of that creaky old vent fan, and the sound of a pot hitting the tile floor dissipated.	193
In a voice of leather and gold, the man in black told me to sign my name in his book.	64
"It's like cracking an egg, you want to use a flat surface, and never a sharp edge, or you'll end up with crunchy bits where you don't want them".	50
Forgotten by man and forsaken by a God who had once cared enough to do so, Lucifer scoured the deserts of Heaven, weeping and seeking redemption.	27
An elderly woman sat bedside with her geriatric husband, processing all his doctors had said about dementia.	26
when I was young my mother used to tuck me in at night.	25
It started with a moist crunching, impossibly close but somehow still muffled.	14
A small, lightly armed cadre of the distant King's seers, soothsayers, and various other bullshitters trudged across the barren grassland while Golt followed at a distance.	11