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- Speed of Light
- Writing Levels
- Douche
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
A friend linked these on Facebook. Some were terrible. Others....
....well, tell me what you think.
I heard my mom calling me into the kitchen. I was heading down the stairs and then I heard a whisper from the closet, saying "Don't go down there, honey - I heard it too."
The doctors told the amputee he might exprience a phantom limb from time to time. But no one prepared him for the moment he felt cold fingers brush across his phantom hand.
I was tucking my son into bed and he told me "Daddy, check under the bed for monsters." I laughed and, just to amuse him, looked underneath and saw him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me, quivering and whispering, "Daddy, there's someone on my bed."
My daughter won't stop screaming and crying in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn't help.
After a long day at work I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I don't know which frightened me more - seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.
....well, tell me what you think.
I heard my mom calling me into the kitchen. I was heading down the stairs and then I heard a whisper from the closet, saying "Don't go down there, honey - I heard it too."
The doctors told the amputee he might exprience a phantom limb from time to time. But no one prepared him for the moment he felt cold fingers brush across his phantom hand.
I was tucking my son into bed and he told me "Daddy, check under the bed for monsters." I laughed and, just to amuse him, looked underneath and saw him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me, quivering and whispering, "Daddy, there's someone on my bed."
My daughter won't stop screaming and crying in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn't help.
After a long day at work I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I don't know which frightened me more - seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.