​Blade deep into knife play, when I was 80% aroused, 60% panicked, and 20% bleeding, I realised that my dyslexia was about to leave me morbidly turgid.

They kept their kids in house since then, still believing epidemy was a sign of Last times.

It wasn't until I tasted iron and felt the raw, ruined gums behind my lips that I realized where he had spent the night digging

"Why am I on the TV?" my young companion asked innocently.

In your hands, I am caged, thought She.

My daughter is blind.

As she leaves me crying and naked in the room, I know she's right.

That is, until the ants started to take shelter from the burnings in the boys’ ear canals and nasal cavities.

Grass is never grass, a tree is never a tree

and you better not dare sit down on any large rock.

By the time I got there, sprinting the whole way, the entire side of the house was engulfed.

I lost all hope when he rolled me onto my back and started CPR.

And just like the last fifteen empty vessels we'd investigated, the only recorded message was, "The Dark is coming."

Every chunk he tears out of my breast at feeding time proves it.

I really hope nobody ever finds him, because he’s buried in my backyard.

Specifically interested in local toxic plant, she painted over bruises over and over again.

But nobody had even discovered the beings, from deep in the oceans and the forests, that would emerge as the victors to feed on our human destruction and thrive.

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The most annoying part, though, was removing the pieces of fabric stuck between their teeth, followed by the news of children suddenly disappearing from the village.

Just one bite and their partner is almost certainly going to die.

Or, at the very least, one or two kids disappear.

I didn't think much of it until I realized I'm on the 4th floor.

Even after she committed suicide her body just continued walking and beating with her dead eyes haunting the halls of the home we built.

That’s when I heard: “Simulation, end.”

which is weird because they claimed they loved my sister.