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Write a 2-Sentence Horror Story. GO!

The avian stench of eagle feathers brushing his face and raw eye sockets brought him back to the agonizing reality.
In the vertigo affixed to the rock face, looking down at the bird feasting on his liver through a ragged beak-hewn wound, his only clear thought remained "this will never end."
 
he bride radiated nothing but joy on her big day. It was clear as day through the scope of my sniper rifle.

Hmm, maybe more thriller than horror, but it was the first thing that popped into my head. I'll keep trying.

You shouldn't keep trying, you should keep going!
 
The cop busts into the science lab looking for the scientist that killed his brother and faints. Wakes up a week earlier with everyone thinking he is his brother including his past self.
 
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Not to get too carried away with this, but...

Charlotte's Web:
"Where's Papa going with that ax?" said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast. And then the murders began.

Ulysses (James Joyce):
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. And then the murders began.

Mrs. Dalloway:
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. And then the murders began.

The Old Man and the Sea:
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. And then the murders began.

Catch-22:
It was love at first sight. And then the murders began.

Go Tell It on the Mountain:
Everyone had always said that John would be a preacher when he grew up, just like his father. And then the murders began.

The Luck of the Bodkins:
Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty, hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French. And then the murders began.

Kor
 
He had to pee. The line out the bathroom door of tortured frantically shimmying souls extended to the horizon.
 
It's waiting for me, for that time in my life when I really, REALLY need to be somewhere. That's when I'll get it.
 
Gul Damar with a plate of chili dogs.
And a glass of root beer.*



*If you know then this will be entertaining
 
The avian stench of eagle feathers brushing his face and raw eye sockets brought him back to the agonizing reality.
In the vertigo affixed to the rock face, looking down at the bird feasting on his liver through a ragged beak-hewn wound, his only clear thought remained "this will never end."
Probably shouldn't have given fire to humanity.
 
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