Two Sentences (Ongoing)

41-50

"Let me slip into something a little more comfortable," I say as I pull your skin from your body. "Ah, much better."

She had a dancer's body- lean and muscular. "This head doesn't quite fit," the doctor said as she carefully removed the stitches in her creation's neck.

"Isn't it cool to think about how we're essentially putting dinosaurs in our car?" he asked, but all you could think about was how the dinosaurs probably burned from the heat of an asteroid crashing into the Earth. These dinosaurs would definitely burn, you thought as you pulled out your lighter.

I gazed into the blackness, completely terrified of the absence of light. At that point, I decided to never look into your eyes again.

The neighbors were always so noisy with their music, but tonight, they were blaring it so loud, you could barely hear your own thoughts. And they didn't hear you breaking in.

Whatever language they were speaking, I couldn't understand. But as they lead me to the bubbling cauldron, I understood my fate.

"'Til death do we part," had sounded as final as a vow could be, but then she died. "I'm sorry, honey, but I must break our vows," you whispered to her fresh corpse as you hid her in the basement, unable to let her go.

"Were you talking earlier?" she asked her son. "No, mommy, I'm just a doll, remember?" he replied, his words coming from her own mouth.

The demon left, its work done for now. Being the president had been such fun.

This acid trip had been the worst one of your life. You weren't sure who had left the rope on the ground, but as your skin dissolved into the vat of acid you had fallen in, you decided it didn't matter all that much.