Two Sentence Horrors

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Murophobia

I grew up in the city and saw the rats going through the trash in the subway all the time. They never bothered me until the sickness came; I can hear them moving around in my sleep, and I feel them chewing through me.

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Thursday, March 17, 2016

A Land Gone Darker Green

"A corpse is meat gone bad," my Uncle James would always say as I handed him his shotgun.

That man knew how to deal with zombies.

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Tuesday, March 15, 2016

A Visit from the Uncle

I don't believe that Death is a skeleton wrapped in a cloak. He looks like a kind grandfather and tells you that he understands you in the way the world can't and that you should just go with him and you'll be warm and the pain will stop, and he won't leave me alone.