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

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While dozing, the pitter-patter of the rain sounds just like little feet on hard floors.

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Taking a sip, Peter Brabeck-Letmathe asked, "How many does zat make zis vweek?"

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They watched bubbles burst along the surface of the lake.

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Kernels of corn erupted from his greasy, smacking lips while his voice bubbled through layers of fattened vocal chords as he asked: "You want corn, or to drink from my teat, today?"

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"They say the eyes are the windows to the soul," my ophthalmologist said looking at me.

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Looking down and rubbing her belly, she finally decided she was going to have an abortion.

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Hanging naked and splayed by thick ropes from the ceiling and walls, I craned my neck to look at the metal pyramid just below my rectum and screamed at the top of my lungs "WHATEVER YOU WANT, I'LL DO IT; I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!"

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He gripped her neck hissing, "Shut the fuck up!" while pinning her to the brick wall as she begged him to stop.

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It raised a singular, sallow finger with a cracked, yellow tip high into the pitch of night.

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The lash bit deeply into my back and I shuddered

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
While dozing, the pitter-patter of the rain sounds just like little feet on hard floors.	9
Taking a sip, Peter Brabeck-Letmathe asked, "How many does zat make zis vweek?"	9
They watched bubbles burst along the surface of the lake.	8
Kernels of corn erupted from his greasy, smacking lips while his voice bubbled through layers of fattened vocal chords as he asked: "You want corn, or to drink from my teat, today?"	8
"They say the eyes are the windows to the soul," my ophthalmologist said looking at me.	8
Looking down and rubbing her belly, she finally decided she was going to have an abortion.	8
Hanging naked and splayed by thick ropes from the ceiling and walls, I craned my neck to look at the metal pyramid just below my rectum and screamed at the top of my lungs "WHATEVER YOU WANT, I'LL DO IT; I'LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!"	8
He gripped her neck hissing, "Shut the fuck up!" while pinning her to the brick wall as she begged him to stop.	8
It raised a singular, sallow finger with a cracked, yellow tip high into the pitch of night.	7
The lash bit deeply into my back and I shuddered	7