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

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I've fallen down the long cellar stairs, and I think my back is broken.

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My girlfriends' feet were as cold as ice as I groggily slipped in beside her and fell asleep.

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You said you were totally mine, body, and soul.

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The music played, and I, in my beautiful dress, was led in the solemn march to the alter by my proud father.

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I rolled my eyes at him.

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There before me on the table were a knife, gun, poison, rope, and other instruments of self-inflicted death.

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"What name was that little child calling out before he stepped in front of that train?"

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Her legs are so knockout beautiful, the legs of my hottest dreams!

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That damn stalker sent me another picture of his disgusting, shriveled-up junk!

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I would go to my childhood friends home and play most every evening before they would bid me a melancholy goodnight, for they said they weren't allowed to leave.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I've fallen down the long cellar stairs, and I think my back is broken.	114
My girlfriends' feet were as cold as ice as I groggily slipped in beside her and fell asleep.	112
You said you were totally mine, body, and soul.	99
The music played, and I, in my beautiful dress, was led in the solemn march to the alter by my proud father.	99
I rolled my eyes at him.	96
There before me on the table were a knife, gun, poison, rope, and other instruments of self-inflicted death.	86
"What name was that little child calling out before he stepped in front of that train?"	83
Her legs are so knockout beautiful, the legs of my hottest dreams!	81
That damn stalker sent me another picture of his disgusting, shriveled-up junk!	78
I would go to my childhood friends home and play most every evening before they would bid me a melancholy goodnight, for they said they weren't allowed to leave.	69