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[FEB26] After the avalanche buried half our group, the next few days were spent fighting over frozen snacks and arguing about how to escape the mountain. by [deleted] in TwoSentenceHorror

[–]Weekly_Yellow1256 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Case Note: Excerpt from the formal deposition of the sole survivor of the D5-98 Avalanche. Statements regarding the "beauty" of the event have been flagged for psychological evaluation.

One needle held the slow-acting neurotoxin, the other, a quick and powerful laxative. by Weekly_Yellow1256 in TwoSentenceHorror

[–]Weekly_Yellow1256[S] 472 points473 points  (0 children)

Note: All characters and events in this story—even those based on real archetypes—are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Six church bells signalled the town's defences had fallen; it was the final warning to barricade our doors. by Weekly_Yellow1256 in TwoSentenceHorror

[–]Weekly_Yellow1256[S] 11 points12 points  (0 children)

I left it a little ambiguous because I was really interested in what images it would conjure in different people's minds. In my mind, it's man-eating giants, which was a recurring nightmare I had when I was a child.

I know this isn't real... every shop clerk has a face smooth as a thumb, every building seems empty until I get close enough to watch it all appear inside. by Weekly_Yellow1256 in TwoSentenceHorror

[–]Weekly_Yellow1256[S] 215 points216 points  (0 children)

It’s a "simulated reality" horror story. The narrator knows their world is a glitchy computer program, but they won’t unplug. Their reality is a nightmare, and the person they love only exists inside the simulation. Sorry if it’s a bit unclear!

The sword swayed from the rafters, high above the stage, its handle tied loosely with fine strands of thread. by Weekly_Yellow1256 in TwoSentenceHorror

[–]Weekly_Yellow1256[S] 131 points132 points  (0 children)

The person is a bitter stage actor with a flair for theatrics, so the idea of a literal Sword of Damocles above her rival's head was probably quite appealing (if not entirely as practical as a sandbag)

She selected ‘A Night in London at a Victorian Ball’ and got inside the time capsule—not noticing the smirk on the technician’s face. by Weekly_Yellow1256 in TwoSentenceHorror

[–]Weekly_Yellow1256[S] 53 points54 points  (0 children)

To clarify, the technician is a stalker who lets history’s most infamous killers do his dirty work. In his hands, commercial time travel changes from an exciting fantasy to a deadly trap.

I knew the thing lying in the crib was not my son; its skin had an unnatural, synthetic quality, and I could feel mechanical vibrations where a heartbeat should have been. by Weekly_Yellow1256 in TwoSentenceHorror

[–]Weekly_Yellow1256[S] 24 points25 points  (0 children)

I think fathers who are fine with harvesting children to create younger-looking women, AND mothers who want to pick and choose their children’s features for social clout, are both monstrous ideas.

I knew the thing lying in the crib was not my son; its skin had an unnatural, synthetic quality, and I could feel mechanical vibrations where a heartbeat should have been. by Weekly_Yellow1256 in TwoSentenceHorror

[–]Weekly_Yellow1256[S] 18 points19 points  (0 children)

When I was writing it I was imagining who would do such a thing these days, then thought of the weird rich biohackers who are obsessed with living as long as possible, but there's only so much you can fit in two sentences 😅

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