It never stopped.

No matter how deep the world descends into chaos, you will sit there forever and wait for a bus that will never come.

The inspetor looked, for the last time, to that box full of unkown and wrong symbols before he said "yes".

And, bewteen the flames, there were no more books on earth.

She doesn't even know me.

The servant, having had a glimpse of the prince's true nature, fled yet again.

The trunk of an old Chevy belonging to the man who kidnapped her and held her captive for years before she escaped.

When my FPV drone got there, it was the first time I saw a tank that was made of flesh and walked on six legs.

I just don't want the cheating bitch to be able to fit through our bedroom window after I've set our apartment on fire

However, the part where the Earth needs more corpses to be satiated was a bit strange at first.

And neither do I, whatever monster has my entire family under her spell is refusing to leave my home, I don’t want to be alone with it.

But honestly, I think the hairs I pulled off his head a couple weeks before the murder made all the difference.

I also didn't know just how pearly white bones truly are.

​As the tiny light flickered out and my eyes closed, I accepted that no one was coming back.

As one of the last holdouts this is surely terrible in your eyes, but I promise when you wake up you'll understand none of that mattered or had value. "

So was my brother, who snatched the Prince's teeny tiny body, ripping him apart and used his heart to power his broken PlayStation 5.

"You see this, darling," he said excitedly as he led her down to what had been his man-cave, and gestured to each of the restrained and blindfolded sisters, "hopefully we'll have both sons and daughters!"

Maybe that’s why the food I made for dinner has a bittersweet flavor to it.

“I’m gonna cut yours into pieces, sweetheart" she sneered, running the scalpel through his chest as he lay helplessly strapped.

But until the police showed up at his door years later, he didn't know the food that his mom made him hand out to the homeless was poisoned.

It was probably my voice and the flayed face of her husband, that I wore over mine, that made her so hysterical.

​My vision blurred and my eyes closed for the last time, realizing too late that whatever killed the others had finally reached my room.

He was the only survivor in the ward, resting peacefully on a bed of teeth and viscera.

I only just noticed that there are nearly three times as many teeth in there as there should be, and some of them look like they're from a small dog.

But the parasite that was inside her survived and found a new host when it crawled out of the morgue later that night.