I’ve been in a bit of a rut writing wise (editing will do that to you) so throughout October I want to write a two-sentence horror story every day. For the latest please follow me @thedystopianjournalist on instagram.
I quickly blow out the birthday candles.
We need to preserve the oxygen.
The sea was calm as a millpond, so blue that it melded with the sky.
I observed my fellow survivors, seeking the fattest.
I’ve always loved piercing blue eyes.
Although, I am running out of space in the refrigerator.