So I was thinking of doing this thing where I take two-sentence horror stories offline and build off them to create my own stories. And I was like: huh, maybe I should let my readers decide which ones I do. And now here we are! In the list below, choose your favorites, or whichever ones you want me to write, and let me know in the comments! You can even include what person/ship/group you want it to involve. Go crazy! I'm planning on making this into a whole month-long thing through July. So you have plenty of time to choose!
1) I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, "Daddy check for monsters under my bed." I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, "Daddy there's somebody on my bed."
2) The doctors told the amputee he might experience a phantom limb from time to time. Nobody prepared him for the moments though, when he felt cold fingers brush across his phantom hand.
3) I can't move, breathe, speak or hear and it's so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.
4) Don't be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.
5) I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I though it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.
6) They celebrated the first successful cryogenic freezing. He had no way of letting them know he was still conscious.
7) She wondered why she was casting two shadows. Afterall, there was only a single lightbulb.
8) It sat on my shelf, with thoughtless porcelain eyes and the prettiest pink doll dress I could find. Why did she have to be born still?
9) The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor.
10) There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.
11) I just saw my reflection blink.
12) Working the night shift alone tonight. There is a face in the cellar staring at the security camera.
13) They delivered the mannequins in bubble wrap. From the main room I begin to hear popping.
14) You wake up. She doesn't.
15) She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn't.
16) You get home, tired after a long day's work and ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already there.
17) My daughter won't stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn't help.
18) Day 312. Internet still not working.
19) You start to drift off into a comfortable sleep when you hear your name being whispered. You live alone.
20) I kiss my wife and daughter goodnight before I go to sleep. When I wake up, I'm in a padded room and the nurses tell me it was just a dream.
21) You're laying in bed and with your feet dangling out of the covers. You feel a hand grab your feet.
22) The funeral attendees never came out of the catacombs. Something locked the crypt door from the inside.
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One Shots Book
FanfictionThis is going to be a book of short stories and poetry. The stories will be mostly boy x boy, and about YouTubers only. The poetry will be rare and very depressing. Italics are Author's Notes and Bold is Song lyrics unless it's said otherwise.
