The boy woke from his nightmare and ran for the comfort of his mother's room. But there was no comfort to be found; only her glowing eyes and wide grin.
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.
Dat Emma gif.
8GB RAM. 3.5GB RESERVED.
i hope i didnt frighten anyone too much
How innocent you look, sitting there, reading GAF, completely unaware of the darkness breathing down your neck and the torment it carries. He's coming for you.
After crawling into bed after a long day at work, I turn off the lights, and laid in bed for a moment. I felt light touch of cold finger tips brush against my neck, I reply "Not tonight honey".
He tapped his nails against the door until they took his fingers. He scraped his teeth against the door until they brought him scraps.
A large man is knocking at your back door. Dry as a bone, he forces himself in.
I crawl into bed, feel the cool touch of her fingertips against the nape of my neck, and I sigh, "not tonight, honey."
She tiredly calls out from the bathroom in agreement.
Not bad.He tapped his nails against the door until they took his fingers. He scraped his teeth against the door until they brought him scraps.
OooohAll I want to know is where my wife is.
I don't know why they keep getting more angry and sad every time I ask.
Awkward bukkake. Next time, beards discouraged.There was a writing exercise where a number of writers were asked to duplicate Hemingway's feat of telling a story in six words. Joss Whedon's entry, interestingly enough, satisfies the conditions of this thread:
http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/14.11/sixwords.html
Gown removed carelessly. Head, less so.
- Joss Whedon
I really dig this one.
Thanks!Not bad.
I crawl into bed, feel the cool touch of her fingertips against the nape of my neck, and I sigh, "not tonight, honey."
She tiredly calls out from the bathroom in agreement.
I like the six word story exercise, actually.
My shot:
She said no. It mattered not.
Poured a bowl of cereal. No milk.
But that is seven words, Mabef.
(Of course, you *could* just be doing the original. I don't know where my head is.)
It was six words all along!But that is seven words, Mabef.
(Of course, you *could* just be doing the original. I don't know where my head is.)
It was six words all along!
I like the six word story exercise, actually.
A car comes racing down the street and slams right into me. That's strange, it hurt much more the first time.
Snakes too wide for train stations.
Oh shit sonThe young girl's face looked hurt, a tear dried on her cheek.
The detective placed it in an evidence bag and walked away.
Oh God... The memories.Took the most gorgeous girl home from the bar -- drank so much he was completely flaccid.
Okay this one got me.My girlfriend is missing.
I go ly dow;
I awoke to find that I was black man trapped in the Jim crow south.
I told my girlfriend to make me a sandwich. But no one was there...
Tomorrow never comes, yesterday never went.
Horror stories, not reality stories. (^⊆^)