“Oh crap,” said the bus driver, as the steering wheel came off in his hands.
She stared in confusion at the empty crib, with the blanket covered in glass from the shattered window.
Okay, I shivered at this one.
He raised his head at the strange noise and in the dim light saw a tall, thin figure dragging the limp, partially clad body of a child, a boy or girl he could not discern as the head was missing.
“Funny. I always shut that door.” she thought as she walked into the house.
It would have been an harmless prank if he had read the ingredients more closely.
He tried to wake up from the nightmare but of course he couldn’t as he was already awake.
She woke up naked in an room containing only a tablecloth, cheese grater and a box of Kleenex.
Okay, one repurposed from Stephen King.
He heard his little brother sobbing in the next bed, “No, Daddy, please don’t.”
He’d always heard that the human brain had limits on how much pain it could handle, he hoped he was close.
She softly whispered from behind me, “Five seconds”; I felt the quick pop of the skin giving way followed by the almost sensual rubbery slither of the filleting knife parting muscle, seeking my heart, and as I felt it still I looked at the clock thinking, “Damn, she was right.”
As the light faded over the mountain top, and from his friend’s eyes, Mike thought it must be horrible to have the last things you ever hear be your own screams accompanied by banjo music.
His spent his last eight seconds of thought wondering how the guillotine didn’t kill him instantly.
The tank was completely dry.
Ouch. Bringing in a bit of frightening reality to this thread!
Fluffy’s body was limp, her spine long broken, as her master whispered aloud “Hugs will make the pain go away…hugs will make the pain go away…”
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I love to watch when the red water comes.
He bit his lip as she entered with an arm-load of Macy’s bags but knew there would be trouble as she blurted out, “Let me show these off for you!”.
The Exxon tanker truck on the highway in front of him seemed to be moving left without its blinkers on… and before its slow sideways rolling motion had crushed even the first two feet of the front of his hood, the wreckage and debris of its cab, now swinging like a flail above his sunroof, surprised him.
It had seemed like a miracle that they’d healed all the sick children in the world of cancer and genetic disorders the day They arrived in their ships, but by the next day everyone realized that the healed children were hungry…so very hungry.
He observed, with some trepidation, that the chef’s Pufferfish Preparation Certification appeared to be written in crayon.
“Now, you might have to strain to see them, but there are sea wasp box jellyfish in the tank below you – I have heard anecdotes to the effect that a swimmer stung by one will continue screaming in agony even after being sedated, and that lifeguards claim amputating a stung limb would be less painful than leaving it attached – urban legends, I’m inclined to think – at any rate, we will be putting neither to the test in this particular session.”
Stupendous news, my fellow citizens: the aliens have promised they have a way to end all human suffering!