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

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Nearly seventy years on I still have not forgotten the brand that the soldiers used to burn into the flesh of the prisoners...

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I didn’t believe that the critics were serious when they raged that I deserved to be excised from the writing community altogether, not until the night that I heard footsteps on the pavement behind me and felt a needle thrust into my neck...

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I’ve struck rigidly to my new diet, even when preparing the food has made me feel sick to my stomach...

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The party lasted long into the night, celebrating the deal that would end the war between our cities...

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I was only half listening when my wife told me about the clown that she’d booked for our six-year-old’s birthday party but I was pleasantly surprised when she told me that he was the cheapest...

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It is a symptom of my mental illness that sometimes the world around me doesn’t seem entirely real...

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"You should be grateful for my mercy," my mother gloated, "I could easily have smothered you when you were in the cradle."

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That night, when the heist movie finished, I got sick of my Mother preaching the value of family over cash...

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I was really inspired by my first visit to Sunday School so, exactly one week later, I arrived early and set up my own communion service...

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My hand trembled as I lit my final remaining match and ignited the last of the ten fires stretching across the front of the cave...

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Nearly seventy years on I still have not forgotten the brand that the soldiers used to burn into the flesh of the prisoners...	22
I didn’t believe that the critics were serious when they raged that I deserved to be excised from the writing community altogether, not until the night that I heard footsteps on the pavement behind me and felt a needle thrust into my neck...	22
I’ve struck rigidly to my new diet, even when preparing the food has made me feel sick to my stomach...	21
The party lasted long into the night, celebrating the deal that would end the war between our cities...	21
I was only half listening when my wife told me about the clown that she’d booked for our six-year-old’s birthday party but I was pleasantly surprised when she told me that he was the cheapest...	21
It is a symptom of my mental illness that sometimes the world around me doesn’t seem entirely real...	21
"You should be grateful for my mercy," my mother gloated, "I could easily have smothered you when you were in the cradle."	21
That night, when the heist movie finished, I got sick of my Mother preaching the value of family over cash...	21
I was really inspired by my first visit to Sunday School so, exactly one week later, I arrived early and set up my own communion service...	21
My hand trembled as I lit my final remaining match and ignited the last of the ten fires stretching across the front of the cave...	21