One Sentence Stories

I pick up my beloved childhood ragdoll from the attic floor and as I embrace her I am horrified to feel bones moving under the fabric.

The noise-cancelling earphones helped, but he could could always hear the scream of the pedestrian he’d hit a year ago.

She opened the lovingly wrapped gift box to find that it contained every item she’d lost during her lifetime; earrings, keys, and more worryingly her baby teeth.


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