You brought the creep, the gore and the corgis: #MacabreMonday winners!
You guys know how to bring the macabre, in the best way.
For months I had a dream of a figure @ the ft of my bed. I’d wake up drenched in sweat, my GF would comfort me. 1 night I woke to my GF screaming that some1 was @ the ft of the bed. I opened my eye to see a figure there & I lunged @ it 2 find nothing
She walked downstairs to a room full of people huddling in a circle. “Who Are U People? What R U Doing in my house??” She pushed through the silence and the crowd to see a body laying on the floor. Bloodied & battered. It was her.
He just stood there, getting his breath back, trying not to look behind and wondering what the f*ck it is coming after him. But there it was again: a slushing sound like no other he heard before. He knew he had to start running again… Again.
10 hr shift at factory and them telling me that today I work for free.
He came running down the hill,
a corgi as large as a house!
but she didn’t shrill untill,
he bit off her head,
and he ripped her apart!
Spilling blood, brain and guts
all over her newest blouse.
“Houston, can you hear me?” They didn’t answer a week ago, I’m so tired being screaming for days, I’ll die alone. Just I’m trying again: “Houston, can you hear me?” “Toc, toc, toc” I think I’m not alone anymore.
Paul woke up shackled to a wall. After an hour of sweaty, panicked struggle, the door flew open and two cops charged in. “Good work!” the tall one said to the other. “We’ll take it from here,” he grinned, as a third walked in and started a chainsaw.
The Man looked down on the throng of people below his balcony. As he thrust his hands into the air a cacophony of cheers arose. Long had he waited for this. He slowly peeled the skin back from his face revealing long sharp teeth. He began to feast.
No alarm? No time. Coffee by door! Black? “Thanks. No milk?” “Cut BS-late. No alarm.” Alarm deleted. Phone update? Public thanks will smooth over.
#lattelove Position cup, open camera. Dark face image-memory screen fades. Sharpie: Lucifer-Extra Hot.
Amanda Moak @Mandie_Marie
Hey, at least they left his head!
I pretend to sleep as the footsteps approach. Then I feel hands around my throat, choking… Silence. “It was only a dream” I tell myself. I open my eyes and look down at my lifeless body.
It was a typical Saturday morning as I woke to the sound of three screaming kids jumping on my bed. Except I don’t have any kids and I live alone. Time to move house.
The old man goes from door to door. He knocks but no one answers. He does not want to die alone so he searches for someone to take with him.
We are Trump’s Gorilla Channel @awptimus
A gurgling roar fills the gas station bathroom. I slowly look down between my legs to see two glowing red eyes staring back at me from within the bowl.
It was keeping me up tonight,drip,drip,drip Furry little bodies above the basin Wings stretched,nailed at the tips One of them took her I’d find out which soon enough,dawn was nearing They would screech the truth,or their last.
A six-letter word for a group of crows: MURDER. A six-letter word for killing someone: MURDER. That morning, Amy found the crossword puzzle macabre, but sadly didn’t notice her angry ex-boyfriend standing behind her, or his kitchen knife.
She waited until he turned to corner then flew down from her rooftop perch behind him. Carefully tucking her leathery wings away, “Good Evening,” she greeted. He smiled, thrilled to see her again, offered his arm and continued his midnight stroll, with his love.
And then, there were never any Oreos, like, ever again.