nckillthegrimace
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Did you know that certain parasites can manipulate vocal cords?
He didn't, either.
He didn't, either.
A wrongfully imprisoned, daily tortured man receives a slip with the number "8" written as his answer for how many years he has left.
He was holding the paper wrong.
A wrongfully imprisoned, daily tortured man receives a slip with the number "8" written as his answer for how many years he has left.
He was holding the paper wrong.
Setting aside all the kidding in the thread for a moment, this one had potential if the prose was better.
The tortured man wept in joy when he was shown he only had 8 years left of his unjust imprisonment. A guard reached in and turned the scrap of paper.
As soon as she looked, the man looking in her bedroom window darted away.
Her room was on the second floor.
Eh, nobody would weep with joy at the prospect of 8 more years. Maybe change it to days?
Setting aside all the kidding in the thread for a moment, this one had potential if the prose was better.
The tortured man wept in joy when he was shown he only had 8 days left of his unjust imprisonment. A guard reached in and turned the scrap of paper.
He placed the knife on the floor and crawled inside, it was wet yet familiar and comforting.
Before succumbing to slumber he murmured "Mother, I'm home now".
Flowers in tow, and pep in step, he bounded across the threshold of the marital home, eager to surprise her for their anniversary.
The rhythmic sound of romance upon his entry, however, was not a round of applause for his efforts.
After the flailing panic of stepping through a web of that size, big enough to span the entire jungle path, John calmed only when he concluded its maker was not in the portion he had broken. Smiling, he glanced up at the sun shimmering through the canopy, when she landed on his face with a soft thump.
Could craft it a bit more, but that'll do.
The teacher was pregnant once again. The child was both her son and grandson.
Blood...
And bits of sick.
The last sentence could be squickier: "She couldn't wait to give birth to her first grandson."
He was hungry. He bought himself a $30 italian meal.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since the lights went out.
It was lonely without stars.
The world's wealthiest man sat in his now fuelless rocket ship, drifting farther and farther from the solar system. He looked at the lamp and wished his third wish hadn't been to live forever.
She asked, he answered. "I do."
She came out of the bathroom.
"I'm pregnant", she said.