Two Sentences (Ongoing)

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Eye contact is important in any relationship, and my lover gazes into my eyes everyday. It's not as if we could look away though- we had chosen to look at each other one last time as the monster turned us to stone.

I regret not calling my mom before she died. Now she doesn't stop calling me.

You saw the body and the blood, and your jaw dropped. Your long, monstrous tongue fell out, ready to lap everything up.

"Honey, get ready for dinner!" she called out. "Can you at least give me pain killers before you start cutting this time?" he sobbed.

It was a bright, sunny day, and you wanted to enjoy it. As the sun's exponentially expanding form reached closer to Earth, you knew that you wouldn't be able to enjoy anything for much longer.

I hate drunk people. It's not as fun to hunt them down if they can't run.

As I bit into the apple, I felt the sharp pain of a blade slicing into my cheeks. Unfortunately, the knife thrower wasn't as skilled as he had said he was.

You struggled to breathe as the heavy man's entire weight held you down. You decided then that if you managed to get free, you would never move your victims' bodies by yourself again.

Watching their soft, pink bodies squirm and writhe around before you crushed them under your boot made you shudder. How disgusting newborn puppies are.

I hid under the bed, waiting for your feet to fall over the edge. "Mom, Dad, there's someone under my bed!" you screamed, ruining everything.