The Two-Sentence Story

A gingerbread man sat in a gingerbread house and he screamed.
For he did not know whether he was made of the house or it made of him.
 
It's been one month. One Month since we last had contact with Earth.
 
Last year, in a haze of wine and loneliness, I made you my New Years Resolution. This year you were my Midnight Kiss and I don't see how my life could possibly improve.
 
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Her blood curdling screams still torment my subconscious at night. I still can't seem to wipe the blood from the walls and my hands.
 
With great confidence I eyed the enemy before me, victory playing across my face. Reaching into my pocket, the taste of triumph turned bitter when my prying fingers met cloth instead of a gun.
 
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With a dark smile, I watched as the Great Beast took my sister and dragged her away. For I knew I had completed my mission, and the Beast would leave me be.
 
According to Occam's razor, among competing hypotheses, the one with the fewest assumptions should be selected. So no, she doesn't like you back idiot. #sickburn
 
It all began so lively, yet it had ended in stillness.

Though good intentions reverberated the halls, they are now silent under the weight of treachery.
 
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We didn't know what we were getting into with Project Muse. We probably should have seen the signs.
 
I've decided that I will try to post one every day, so here's today's:

There's blood everywhere! So much for a successful quarantine.
 
The weekend has finally arrived! But the schedule of the weekend is still unsettled.
 
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The Chinese UN Representative bailed. Now it's down to us and Japan to make this work.
 
"I can't," he said, "because I don't know how."

"Ignorance," came the reply, "should never be an excuse, but an opportunity."
 
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The young detective stepped into the cold room. He hated visiting the morgue.
 
He walked past the empty nursery, past the cold bedroom, and into his cluttered office. He picked it up again and giving it a spin, put it to his head.
 
Religion shows that we've always talked to the dead. It wasn't until now that they began to talk to us.
 
I never regret getting together with the perfect man. I'm sure he regrets refusing to break up with my best friend, even though he's made it clear that he loves me.