/u/red40jake's posts in /r/TwoSentenceHorror

Year:

Only show posts with narrations

All my life I had been hidden away; suffocated by the darkness.

1009 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

The wind whipped the fire into a sputtering dance, and cast its writhing along the periphery.

805 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

As they hiked higher past the treeline, a creeping unease lifted the hairs of her arms, and her nose prickled with the smell of ozone.

116 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

Back home in a time almost forgotten—a time when she breathed out dandelion seeds and rolled purple dead-nettles between her fingers—she had never thought of weeds as weeds; they were simply well-adapted; insistent on survival.

88 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

The thrumming rain used to bring him comfort.

76 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

I had buried it deep, deep, and deeper still.

71 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

Today, everyone was smiling at him; the steely neighbor across the street, the ambivalent barista, the surly post office clerk.

67 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

The wildflowers didn’t mind.

45 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

She often ran through the wooded section of the trail where the tree limbs knit their bony fingers.

44 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

They found no shelter beneath the dead white tree.

42 upvotes

Mark as read: Add to a list

Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
All my life I had been hidden away; suffocated by the darkness.	1009
The wind whipped the fire into a sputtering dance, and cast its writhing along the periphery.	805
As they hiked higher past the treeline, a creeping unease lifted the hairs of her arms, and her nose prickled with the smell of ozone.	116
Back home in a time almost forgotten—a time when she breathed out dandelion seeds and rolled purple dead-nettles between her fingers—she had never thought of weeds as weeds; they were simply well-adapted; insistent on survival.	88
The thrumming rain used to bring him comfort.	76
I had buried it deep, deep, and deeper still.	71
Today, everyone was smiling at him; the steely neighbor across the street, the ambivalent barista, the surly post office clerk.	67
The wildflowers didn’t mind.	45
She often ran through the wooded section of the trail where the tree limbs knit their bony fingers.	44
They found no shelter beneath the dead white tree.	42