The young man’s confusion became clear when his mask was removed and he saw the dark woods, flickering in torch light, the guillotine and all the video cameras set up that the men with the guns weren’t just car-jackers.
As the homeowner watched in dawning horror, the sweet trick-or-treater removed her princess mask to reveal she had no face underneath.
In the world of competitive African Violet growing, minor infractions are not tolerated; a fact Imogene realized as she stared down at the dagger protruding from her chest, the purloined leaf of Ethels Reflection fluttering forgotten to the floor.
Hilary marked both “cat food” and “infant formula” off of her weekly shopping list and reflected that it would be much easier to stay within her budget now, watching proudly as Baby Susi bit deeply into Fluffys jugular.
She flashed backto her mother asking “Whatsa matta’, cat got your tongue?” as she watched Fluffy leap off the bed, dragging it’s bloody prize.
The radio, the motor and all sound ended… replaced by the ringing in his head; it was less like deafness and more like a judgement accompanied by wind and glass.
The driver next to him had stopped trying to ram his car; his head bobbed forward and backwards almost agreeably in an odd misshapen and red puppet-acquiescence, although exit 45 would now forever be known as “The Jawbone of An Ass”…
Today marked the tenth anniversary of the first day that he’d regretted not signing the living will.
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A real one, from the original H.G. Wells novel The Time Machine:
“The matches were of that abominable kind that light only on the box.”
It was the Snowboarder Bo Quarry thread and the Moderation Gone Mad thread that the Alien Overlords used to hypnotize the innocent children of earth into catatonic zombies.
His soul left his dead body and traveled down the dark tunnel towards the light, but the dawning realization kept nagging at him that the tunnel was really just a giant mouth and he had no idea what life form it belonged to.
He entered the building for his new job which he was excited about, but the excitement turned to horror when he saw all that existed in the room was a table full of bloody surgical equipment and another young boy who looked just like him.
He got a phone call from someone who sounded exactly like himself screaming and pleading with him to not open the door, but he realized he didn’t lock it when he heard it creak.
She left her son in the video game department, but when she got back none of the store associates said they had ever seen him, but they all kept sweating and nervously looking at a spot on the wall while they talked to her.
Thats quite the long sentence…
As he dabbed the corners of his mouth with his napkin he smiled and thanked his wife for being his best meal yet
Donald Trump leads new national poll.
As he floated helplessly away from the capsule, Alan was reminded of the old tag line from that alien movie, “In space, no one can hear you scream”, but figured he’d give it a try anyway.
Say, Mr. President, have you noticed how much the extraterrestrials look like dodo birds?
Ooooh, I like!
And this one is downright depressing, but excellent.
I scratch, and I scratch, and I scratch, but the bugs are still there, still there and I scratch again and now the blood comes but they’re still there, pullulating and swarming and biting and I scratch and I scratch and now the white bone gleams but the bugs are still there…
Humor, horror, absurdity - these two are brilliant.
A sickening panic overcame her as she saw the movement beneath her skin and realised it had laid its eggs.
Honey, Ive organized an orgy and invited the Trumps.