Two Sentence Horror Stories

12/22/23 – I Could Use Some Fugazi Right Now

How Long have I been in this room,
waiting to be sorted into heaven or hell while stale music slouches on my last nerve.

Until it crystallizes, that this waiting room is my destination,
an eternity of Kenny G, grinding against the sound of my own thoughts.

10/08/23 – You Have Your Nine Lives, We Have But the One

I used to hate the way our cat scratched at the door just as we were fading off to sleep.

Until the day she mysteriously disappeared, and the scratching, only grew louder.

05/14/23 – Red Light Camera

“Why are you dressed up like a traffic light?” she asked.

“shh…” I caution, “it’s the only way I’ve managed to avoid the robots, for this long.”

11/27/22 – War ON Christmas

Snow glittered Mariah Carey Jack boots kick over the Thanksgiving turkey, thirsty for the blood of Jack O’lanterns and onward to a feast of Labor Day Bratwurst.

War ON Christmas…just who are the aggressors?

10/02/22 – Finders Keepers

Just as I feel my pillow’s magnetic pull, I drop my phone charger behind the nightstand.

I reach back only to hear “Hey, I’m going to use that: anything behind the nightstand is mine”

10/01/22 – Fan Fiction

So this “God” person just ends the story in 2012, because of some unexplained Mayan calendar thing?

It continued as fan fiction but I wouldn’t bother, those volumes got pretty implausible and the narrative falls apart.

10/02/21 – Commuter

Each one of us a riding the same nightmare, not knowing whose stop is next.

Eyes dive across the car as the recoil of a single cough echoes like gunfire.

10/01/21 – Vera
You, who nurtured me, now casually ripping my arm from its stem.

Wringing out my blood, hoping it will soothe some minor injury.

10/31/20 – Gig Economy
“I didn’t order a ride” he says, opening the door.

“I’m so sorry,” I reply as I aim the hot pink revolver emblazoned with the “CrimeShares” logo at his head, “but my student loans aren’t going to pay for themselves.”

10/28/20 – Conspiracy Unmasked
“Where’s your mask” I ask as the flu shot plunges into my arm?
“How do you expect me to eat with a mask on” she smiles, my eyelids sinking down under the weight of her words.

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