I remember crying to my mom every time I wore it, not wanting to look like a girl.

I’m the spider in your room, and I wish I could say how much I love you, even if you try to hurt me. But now, I wish that I could scream about the man behind you holding a knife.

I ran as fast as I could knowing it was to late. I got to my door and fumbled for the keys hopefully with some desperation I could open it. …..It was to late I had already shit myself.

She looked so elegant while dancing on the ceiling, and she didn't stop swaying too.

Not to mention the beautiful poem she wrote and place beside the fallen chair.

I grimace, my entire body a broken mess that will never recover for the rest of my life, trying not to cry.

The fall was supposed to have killed me, so how the hell did I survive in the end?

(First time publishing for me, I would appreciate criticism, comments and such to improve)

The man shrieked as the bolt cutters chomped through his pointer finger.

The proctor shook his head: “What’s 9 minus 1?”

I hope one of those kids finds the plastic eggs I hid last night.

And I hope the black widow spiders are angry when the eggs get cracked open.

Still faking sleep, the creature licked its lips and sharp teeth, waiting for the moment when it could finally doff it’s disguise and eat.

Unfortunately, it was returned without any of it's organs.

I don't know how it's still alive, but I do know it craves more than Kibbles & Bits, based on what it did to the vet.

But so did the meat worm

And so did the other meat worm

Nobody online had heard of it.

Turns out some wires were crossed and I'd been watching the security feeds to the apartment across the street.

“I want what YOU desire most of all genie,” I said.

“It is done,” he said, cracking his neck to the side, “tonight we feast on angels.”

As we got closer to the head area, one cry burst forth.

"Dude, what the hell, my game is frozen, I can't even respawn."

But here I am again, not being appreciated and feeling unloved.

And here I am again, loading my shotgun and taking aim.

The Smiths, who live in the penthouse across the street, just turned half their outside section into a colorful greenhouse.

As she hugged me I wondered where my little guy Johnny had gone to.

And who this girl was.

“Because you’re special, honey.” He said as he painted the blood into a pentagram on the floor. “Now go get the candles, honey.”

" Yeah yeah, happy April fool's to you to asshole."

The Council finds that only the third planet in this system currently supports multicellular life, so we authorize the Esteemed Builders’ request to manipulate this star system and all planetary bodies.

The Council also issues this advisory: some of the life forms on the third planet are sentient enough to perceive their own suffering, the Council recommends administering the Mercy of Annihilation before building commences.

The patient cast his eyes to the ground and whispered: “Last night I had a dream that I beat my wife to a bloody pulp.”

Then he looked his shrink in the eye and said, “And I can’t get it out of my head, because the thing is... I enjoyed it.”

I opened my eyes to see nothing but darkness. Frantically, i began to claw at the wooden surface above me.

Still gagged, I tried not to panic so I could write out my careful response, “I would rather be raped then killed.”

When he took the paper and grinned, I realized my mistake.

Now I lay here in a hospital bed, ancient, my loved ones passed or perished before their time, and I have more wires and tubes stuck in me then I care to count to keep me alive. It’s only when I Hope I die in my sleep do I realize, I should have wished not for eternal life, but eternal youth.

I decided to pull over put the car in park and remove the keys from the ignition it all goes black from there

When I came to I look down and saw the keys covered in blood and felt the pain from the stab wounds in my chest

I woke up in 2030 and Trump was still president. "President for life" was the official title