The police couldn't find out it was me who'd done it, and the knife was now stuck in his throat. I squeezed and squeezed at his neck trying to dislodge the weapon with no avail...I couldn't go back to prison again...
Horror First Line Game
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So long you aren't picky about attachment of limbs, you can fit three or four bodies into a water heater.
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with each step, I grunted with a thud following afterward from trying to drag the limp body up the stairs.
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"Tick tock, tick tock," said the man with the shattered teeth as his long, eel-skin fingers slipped into my mouth, past my tongue, and reached deep into my throat.
*I found this approriate for the Sci-Fi First Line Game, too.*
After hours in my father's occult library, the book he died reading open on the table before me, I found the common thread to all religions was demons.
After hours in my father's occult library, the book he died reading open on the table before me, I found the common thread to all religions was demons.
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I woke up with a bloody ice pick in one hand and something soft and squishy in the other. I love the smell of intestines in the morning.
The moster was asleep now, the boy knew he'd have to kill it before it woke up, the monster that called itself Dad.
Mum and dad said Danny was gone away forever after the accident, but even with the nightlight broke, I could see him staring at me from under his bed.
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As he moved his lips to hers and marvelled at her naked flesh, he thought it may have been a better idea to do this while she was still alive.
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Frank DeBoer sighted down his Remington Model 597 at the critter ripping up Mrs. Wainwright's prize-winning White Silkies while, behind him, Ashley Granger tried to keep her son Ricky from thrashing and spilling his intestines--orange and stringy from a poor diet--on the clover-infested back yard.
(Trying for a little DFW style)
(Trying for a little DFW style)
How does a mother respond to the policeman telling her that her twelve year old son was killed in a skydiving accident?
(Yeah... I thought of this on the way home from the doctor today... now I just got to figure out what it means[writing wise].)
(Yeah... I thought of this on the way home from the doctor today... now I just got to figure out what it means[writing wise].)
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Every morning the first thing I do when I wake up is check to make sure none of my parts are missing.
oops, sorry, that one's just my own personal horror...
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