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I took the first sip of my coffee, hurled and then had to work out whether the metallic taste of blood came from the cup or my mouth.
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"As an actress, I'm told not to eat chocolate, however they never said anything about human flesh....."
(First let me say HA! That's good chelsibear... welcome to AW)
I was craving for a smoke so badly that as I dug through the garbage I didn't realize the blood sucking parasite attached to the butt I found.Only when it buried itself into my tongue did I notice that smoking can be hazardous to your health.
I was craving for a smoke so badly that as I dug through the garbage I didn't realize the blood sucking parasite attached to the butt I found.Only when it buried itself into my tongue did I notice that smoking can be hazardous to your health.
The abandoned house on the corner called out to her, it's voice echoing in her ear, resonating in her soul, and something in her soul recognized that call and cried out it.
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There was something disquieting about the string of paper dolls, each smiling face an exact replica of the one beside it.
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Out of the darkness a foot caught my leg and as I fell it instantly became apparent that Jack the Tripper had struck again.
Sanguine droplets seeped up through the cracks of the octagonal flagstones on the garden path, shining like crimson tears that squeezed between a demon's eyelids.
His solution to the Rubik's cube was both simple and elegant: after bashing the man's head in, all the squares were a lovely shade of brain.
Tragically enough for the young women involved, the whole concept of a virgin sacrifice was flawed from the start.
As I entered the derelict house, tentatively feeling my way through cobwebs and over broken floorboards, the sound of childrens laughter from the basement caught my ear.
Somebody's always barging into my office like they own the place and I ought to drop everything right then and get cracking on their problem.
The best thing about boiling people alive is that, if you time it right, they don't die until their kidneys fail three days later.
Morbidly obese, funky and dripping with sweat, my manager pushed me to my knees and hiked up her skirt.
Bob stared at his arm, which left a trail of blood behind it as it crawled across the linoleum.
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