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

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"Daddy, the snowman wants to play!" my three year old sang out in joyous laughter as he ran across the field.

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I pulled the fire alarm.

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Our voices hoarse with throats red raw, we rejoice when the chorus stops.

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[JUL22] Today, the first snowfall began, so I regaled the children with the story of Demeter and how she killed the crops until her daughter Persephone was returned.

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We all clapped as the TV clown said, "And remember, laughter is infectious!"

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"Stop picking at that scab!" my mother commanded.

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[APR21] My mother sobbed uncontrollably when I was stillborn, but when God whispered to us that I was to be reborn, she wept tears of joy.

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"And what's that one, Dad?" my son asked pointing at the night time sky.

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It was another dry, breezy day, so he knew he'd be able to mill a lot of flour and fill the orders people were waiting on.

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My father often looked at the Purple Heart hanging over his desk, but would never talk about Vietnam with us.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
"Daddy, the snowman wants to play!" my three year old sang out in joyous laughter as he ran across the field.	35
I pulled the fire alarm.	35
Our voices hoarse with throats red raw, we rejoice when the chorus stops.	35
[JUL22] Today, the first snowfall began, so I regaled the children with the story of Demeter and how she killed the crops until her daughter Persephone was returned.	35
We all clapped as the TV clown said, "And remember, laughter is infectious!"	35
"Stop picking at that scab!" my mother commanded.	35
[APR21] My mother sobbed uncontrollably when I was stillborn, but when God whispered to us that I was to be reborn, she wept tears of joy.	34
"And what's that one, Dad?" my son asked pointing at the night time sky.	34
It was another dry, breezy day, so he knew he'd be able to mill a lot of flour and fill the orders people were waiting on.	34
My father often looked at the Purple Heart hanging over his desk, but would never talk about Vietnam with us.	34