Two Sentences (Ongoing)

71-80

"You have your mother's eyes," he said to his daughter. "What'd you do with the rest of her?" he asked sadly.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But the roses are wilted, the violets are dead, the sugar is gone, and so is your head.

My boyfriend used to kiss me good morning everyday before he died. Now, he comes at night, when nobody can see his rotting body sneaking into my house.

My wish was for world peace, but every wish has a twist, and I realized my mistake as news reports of mass deaths took over the media, while there were still people to run the media. Soon, all humans will be gone.

I loved that my dad put up the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling like he said he would, but I was sad that some had fallen off when I saw a patch of darkness on the ceiling. But then the patch moved.

"You don't need preservatives," she told me. "Your body will preserve well enough in the peat bog," she said as she pushed me into the peat, a giddy smile on her face.

The cage door shut, locking me in. I had enough supplies to last a few weeks, but I knew that whatever those things were, they'd break through the cage long before then.

I ran as fast as I could, but I wasn't fast enough. I need to stop choosing joggers as my victims.

Swimming in the ocean had always been one of his favorite activities, even when he felt things brush past his body as he dove. But this thing didn't just brush past, it grabbed on and dragged him down.

As I whispered into its speaker, my phone died suddenly, reminding me that I had forgotten to charge it, and I didn't have a house phone anymore. With my 911 call dropped, I knew that I'd have to escape before he found me, but I heard his breathing close by, and I knew that escape would be almost impossible.