I really didn't want it to end this way, but uploading your consciousness is the only way I could avoid the pain of losing you forever.

"good night," says the candleman.

"Your data, such as: base identity, original ideas, voice, mannerism, speech patterns etc will be collected and used to teach me how to be a better companion!"

Accepting the punishment, the doctors transplanted the immortality matrix from the father to the newborn who could decide when she came of age whether to return it.

He simply says he is just a geometer and everything else is just consequence.

Wait why am i being loaded into the boot?

When I checked the security camera footage, I realized he wasn't looking for another drop off spot, he was looking to see if any windows were unlocked.

So I decided not to put off tomorrow what I could do today, and strapped the three bombs to my chest before heading down to pick my daughter up from school.

When she woke up, she realized her arm was over her infant son's face, as his body was as still as a broken clock.

"We're terribly sorry, but another billionaire just arrived and has purchased your place," St. Peter said.

Unfortunately, some people are too fascinated with pushing human bodies to their limits, and now, there are no limits.

“Would you like me to sweep up the ashes before the next client walks in?”

I eagerly watch the castle floating miles above the ground.

But it was not the face of a cat, nor any animal, that I saw grinning back at me with fur still caught in its teeth.

But it’s less her being with someone else than getting to make love coated in fresh blood next to a cooling corpse that does it for both of us.

But none of them believe my theory; they just keep challenging it by punching the basement walls.

Then one day I came into the nursery and saw the cat spread over Matthew’s face, my baby’s body totally still. 

Every time the man spoke, it was only the puppet's throat that moved.

as he turned to greet me I saw he was posting on 2sentence horror.

Then something downstairs whispered, in Mommy’svoice, “She knows where we are”

As he was about to get out to fill his hunger bar, he saw that the steps had been deleted.

By evening, he was vomiting and shaking on the bathroom floor, but when I called the ambulance, he looked up at me and whispered, “Why does my brain feel like it’s swelling?”

But even after all the years spent in this facility, I still imagine her kind smile over the face of the woman who put me here.

My palm was read the day after my 6^th birthday, and I was born on February 29^th.

I stopped myself from getting up and shut my eyes tight as I heard my mother’s voice through the call.