[MAY26] If the cops ever find the basement where I keep my children locked up and see what I've done to them, they will call me a heartless monster unfit to be a mother.
I just hope they don't break the salt lines.
I just hope they don't break the salt lines.
Transfixed by their beauty, she failed to notice their rhythmic pulse of light: short, short, short, long, long, long, short, short, short.
The crying, the pounding, the growling, the constant scratching at their bedroom door; she's almost broken through.
She shouldn't have gone behind my back and tried to sneak them food anyway, so it was her own fault.
I believed this until my cat hissed at the one I saw last night.
I looked at the grave, then slowly at the dirt under my fingernails.
Until the mortally injured gorilla pulled a sewing needle from behind his ear.
"I'm actually glad no one in the court room can tell twins apart."
The vet then realizes the diagnosis got mixed up.
The next time I returned to steal, I found my wife preserved in the field with her hands nailed open like a scarecrow, and the vultures didn’t stop at her eyes, they picked her tongue clean.
Whatever said those words must not have realized that I could see my husband through the back window, dangling lifelessly from a tree.
After the revolution, it was mandatory to teach them the value of labor by making them dig their own graves and tossing down the rope, taunting them to sell it back for the privilege of being hanged.
But his screaming and howling only got louder inside that furnace
By the time they registered the gasoline smell, I’d already dropped the match.
He had no choice after all, but fortunately my whole body was already numb when he ran a kitchen knife across my abdomen.
An icy cold hand gripped my wrist as a barely human voice spoke," It is better if you don't see."
"Don't worry son, there's no monsters under there."
As my teeth tore out her intestines, I paused and thought "Oh, she meant sex."
I’ve built up enough courage to finally talk to you, I know you’ll love me.
As I lie there, reduced to a mushy pulp, I realized this was not a gift, but a curse.