Tidbits of Terror


Enjoy these micro-horor stories. The parameters were two sentences.

You inhale deeply. Your lungs burn as liquefied concrete fills them.

Gazing deep into the campfire, you notice some peculiar. It is a shame you did not notice before the garret slipping taut around your neck.

The subtle ticking followed you into the diner. Looking down to your left a clock reads 00.00.00.

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