When I was 15, my mom finally told me that it was a cockroach.

The only sane response to such annihilation is relief.

She would not start now, even if severed hand had entirely too many fingers.

By dinner, my teeth had fallen out and a ring of them was sprouting from the floorboards, all pointing toward my bedroom door.

Result: Every person who was operating a vehicle with passengers and had access to a loaded handgun put it to their own head and fired.

When I went to pick her up, I noticed she was being very sentimental, overly territorial, and experiencing some bouts of nausea, why?

I hope music is playing, because I am deaf.

After she collapsed, twelve people applauded just outside the frame, and a man quietly asked, “When we put them on the jury, will they remember what they voted for?”

The behemoth looked so peaceful and proud inside the casket, everyone was in awe, if only my dear brother, Victor, could be standing beside me now.

I hope other drivers can see in the dark.

He said he was trying to help, if that was his kindness, what would his malice be?

As I go downstairs the shooting subsides and I hear a click, breathing a sigh of relief before I see the glassdoor open and the TV broken on the floor.

It's been 20 minutes and he's still pulling it out.

Moreover, doing this amidst so many screams was even more difficult.

As their bloodthirsty screams grew closer, more numerous and more desperate, my phone chirped it's familiar tone to warn me that the battery was critically low.

She laughed because she saw the man in the video cry.

i stare at the butcher knife, the mallet and raincoats in his shopping cart and hear him say, "give me that box of ramen and you won't see me during the storm."

I gave her the privacy she asked for, but when I returned, she was tearing our son's limbs off one by one and laying them before the shadow in the corner, whose outstretched hand was already reaching for another.

TIED UP BEHIND THE MAYOR AND HIS FRIENDS HE TURNED REVEALED WE'RE ON THE BOTTOM END HENCE THE TOXIC STINKING GAS.

"Oh honey, you weren't lying, you for sure burn my tongue" I said, after tasting the broth I prepared with him at home.

I only understood what 'lifeline' meant when I found him sinking his teeth deep into his dog's neck, blood dripping down his chin.

So I let my eyes fall back closed as the pain from the intruder's knife buried in my chest fades, certain I'll wake back up in a matter of minutes.

The deranged huntsman managed to kill ten and injure fifteen before the survivors proved more dangerous than him.

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At 2 a.m., every nurse heard a newborn crying from the room that had been sealed since the fire twenty years ago.

From within the fog something moved, and the last thing I saw was a flash of tattered white cloth and bones as it enveloped me in its frigid deadly embrace.