The goal of this thread is for each post to create a self-contained horror story that can be told in two sentences.
Michael Collins orbited the far side of the moon.
He heard a knock on the hatch.
Already been done.
Okay. The point of the thread is for each post to be a self-contained Two-Sentence Horror story.
(Besides, no one would expect a knock from outer space.)
The coroner is about to start my autopsy. But you can still feel pain even if dead.
The footsteps grew louder and closer, but when I turned around, no one was there. Suddenly, a cold breath whispered into my ear, “I’ve been following you for years.”
As the two survivors swam towards the tiny island he said, “I don’t know what we are going to do for food, because I’m a vegetarian.”
Grinning, she replied, " No problem-I’m not."
Add two cups vanilla extract and bake. Makes 12 cookies.
As I looked down at my place setting, I noticed my fork had eyes and a mouth and the tines were Bart Simpson hair and it was smiling at me. I slowly looked to my right to see what the spoon might be up to.
In the last years of my toxic marriage, I often laid in bed at night thinking that time was running out and that I really had to find a way out by the time I turned 45.
On my 45th birthday, the perfect woman entered my office, smiled at me and said ‘Hi’.
(True story)
That should be: Smiling sweetly, she replied, " No problem-I’m not."
“Lord, save us from this plague!”, the people prayed.
But the viruses prayed too, and there were oh so many more of them…
“Do you like my teeth? I brush them every day,” she said to the gynecologist cowering in the corner.
That’s been done as a short story. By Stephen King IIRC.
My contribution:
That steaming hot spring sure looks inviting on this cold day. I’ll think I’ll jump right in.
[Which has been done IRL to a horrific end. More than once.]
Also - very badly - on Doctor Who.
You did a perfect job of forging his signature on that suicide note, carefully explaining why he was putting the gun to his head to end it all — not realizing he’d left a different note, explaining why he’d poisoned himself.
Twas a lovely warm day at the beach as I lazed eyes-closed and nearly naked upon my towel. Hearing a noise nearby I glanced about, seeing for the first and last time that I was surrounded by a wide horde of large crabs with all pincers raised in anger.
The little girl stood in the rain at my front door, smiling in a most unnatural way. Her eyes turned red as she said, “my mommy just killed your family.”
Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum?
BIP:
My young son hollered to me from the living room, asking how many legs spiders have and how large they can get. When I answered him, he casually exclaimed, “Oh, well, that’s not a spider.”
With the departure of the hideously disgusting Scrotumites, it was as if all of humanity cried. Left without any means of making ice cream, doom soon followed.
NM, maybe not allowed in this forum