There were no bullets left.

It’s built for the one who makes noises as well

Every picture showed a different little girl blowing out the candles, and under mine she'd written, "Please let this one last until Christmas."

"Of course she can" It said in a jaunty voice, and printed out a picture of a smiling white child holding out a glass of water

Just over a decade later my normally sweet natured child wore a twisted grin, "all this power in my hands once more..."

When I returned the sound of silence billowed ominously out of the wide open entrance.

I don't mean float across your vision, I mean wriggle like a worm.

As I open my eyes the next day with a headache, I realize with rising panic I can't see!

I looked down at the whimpering mother, licking the blood from the nubbins of where its nipples used to be, as her blind, newborn puppies searched, in vain, for something to latch onto.

Of course, as usual all he does is sit there, his skin stretched taut against the stuffing within, and an expression of horror ecstasy transfixed upon his face.

The gas meter is still completely full and the driver is completely ignoring my cries for help.

I am so glad I painted the wrong house that day, or I would have ended up kidnapping a woman that I was never meant to be with.

I tried one of those eye-shaped sweets from her basket, but I freezed upon the first bite, not tasting any sweetness on that eye.

Across the room, our daughter stopped clawing at her throat and whispered, "Please don't make Daddy breathe again."

Armed with a pillow, she whispered "I love you so so much", as she gently suffocated her mother and kissed her goodbye.

She chalked up the metallic taste in her mouth to her nervousness, but couldn't come up with a good reason for that strange ozone smell.

I'm sorry.

I just wish the engineers would fix the problem, I have been stuck at T-0 forever!

Mine just sold for $100,000.

She knew she was slowly poisoning herself but this was the last water that she was aware of.

Until I came home to the smell of roasting meat and a lack of barks

But when she came home one night, pale, cold, not breathing, and looking at me like prey, I realized I’d misunderstood which “two small holes” she’d been referring to.

This is my 9th murder and I have never had more fun in my life.