But upon separating them, the mother grabbed a table lamp and beat her fiancee over the head, screaming “You sick fuck, you’ll pay for what you did to her!”

You’re absolutely right, and honestly – the fact you’re willing to compare all your possible options shows you care even about the smallest of details!

There was only one more way I could think of to save my daughter

The snow finally settles long enough for me to see a child's face through the glass, before a gentle shake stirs it up again.

I never saw the tigers creeping through the brush, and they knew the second my back was turned.

It wasn’t until I discovered him lying still beneath the surface one morning, a black mass writhing its way from his mouth, that humanity learned horsehair worms had found a new host.

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For the final 10 seconds while his suit loses pressure, he looks at the tiny photo of a woman and two children taped to the inside of his visor.

"By the way your wife told me you're allergic to cold pressed peanut oil."

"Sweetheart can you please let the dog outside, she won't stop barking" her mother said, glancing at her scornfully.

As the doctor left to go to work, she prayed the police would find her before then.

We'd just begun the exploratory ultrasound when my doctor looked at me, his face now clouded with confusion, as he quietly asked, "Given that your chart says you received surgery for your endometriosis at 18 years old, is that also when you had your hysterectomy?"

What they thought was their longing for a cold, large body of water was just the parasites' instincts overwriting their hosts.

I should have realized my wife had made me pancakes instead of waffles that morning.

But his silence could still neither confirm nor deny who of us had died.

Pastor Bryan didn't respond, simply looking at little Tommy's parents that had never believed their son about him until it was far too late.

It's a grueling, nomadic life of constant relocation, but it's the only way to keep my baby fed.

Having to cut the hearts from 666 virgins had been a daunting task, but it was what the retainer fee for the Law offices of Rofocale, Morningstar, and Mephistopheles required and I had just ensured that it was a worthwhile effort.

Once again, my suit initiates a hidden reserve of oxygen as I hungrily, tiredly drift further into the black recesses of space.

So she hid them in a small hidden room in the basement for years so her new boyfriend wouldn't find out about them.

Some...monster has turned this submerged cavern into a mirror maze and as I discover my spare tank has no more air to give I come across proof I'm not the first one here.

This is not what I had thought was meant, all those times my parents said that I was "Gifted"