Tiny Little Horrors 12

Dark and twisted tales of horror told in only two sentences

Revenge of the Pharaoh

The Pharaoh’s wife smiled as he was laid to rest, at last she was rid of him. The slab of stone came crashing down, sealing her in the tomb with the dead pharaoh for all of eternity.

Last Gasp Lounge

The line of wing backed armchairs seemed to stretch out forever, filled with half dead, old people, listening to children’s TV. This was Margaret’s new home…for now.

Blood Banker

The Vampire grabbed the banker, “I would like to make a withdrawal,” he said before stinking his fangs into their neck.

Mother Knows Best

Mother knows best. She speaks to me still, even though I killed her years ago.

Jason Duck 2026.

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