darkwise

My affection looks really good on you.

He tugged the pants on, one leg, then another, then a third that split from his hip with a wet snap. The fabric stretched, hungry for more. A fourth leg pushed through his spine. The pants tightened, sealing shut. He realized too late they were never meant to come off.

I'm a morning person, hold the morning.

The city’s AI program watched everything. When crime dropped to zero, no one celebrated. People vanished for “pre-violations.” One man hacked the system to prove his innocence. The next morning, his access was revoked and his existence overwritten. His mother received a condolence voucher.

I made a deposit to my bank account instead of a purchase, and it was immediately flagged for suspicious activity.

Sometimes, tears are more than just tears.

She woke to find new stretchmarks crawling across her belly, etched in symbols she couldn’t read. The midwife refused to touch her. At night, the marks glowed faintly, unnoticed by both. By morning, the crib was full, but the child was not hers.

And since he is financially supporting us, he needs to pay for himself. :)

I'm a professional time traveler, but I am doing it wrong and just aging at twice the normal speed.

She stepped through the machine and found her mother as a child. One whispered warning, one poisoned lullaby, and the future unraveled. Returning home, she found no house, no body, no name. Only the echo of her own voice, begging to be remembered by no one.

She told him to take a hike. He vanished into the pines without a word. Days passed. Then the texts began. Photos of trails she’d never walked, places she’d never been. In each one, his shadow grew longer. Last night, it reached her doorstep.

Irony: Wearing laces to boot camp.

Often, the hands that are holding you down are connected to your own wrists.

The children searched the yard, baskets swinging. One egg remained, buried deep beneath the roots. It twitched when footsteps neared, whispering warnings in a voice only the soil could hear. By dusk, three kids were missing. The egg had not moved, but the earth had.

Him: I'm pretty worthless before my first cup of coffee.
Me: You're not that great after.

I bought a tiny accountant yesterday. It's the little things that count.

If I was any further away from perfect, I'd be behind it.

When it is time to die, we should be given back all the time we spent on hold or in lines.

I ordered a personal pizza, but it didn't really know me at all.

He paid for the deluxe wash, left the windows down, and cranked the seat heater. Soap filled his lungs, wax sealed his eyes. As the dryers roared, he thought how nice it was to finally feel clean, right before the brushes came back for a second pass.

The ghosts filmed in perfect silence, lenses glinting in the candlelight. Their quarry stumbled through the ruins, breath ragged, eyes wide. To the dead, humans were rare prey, twitching with heat and fear. The episode ended when the last heartbeat faded from the audio.

If you are a cannibal, the obituaries are more of a menu.

The gym reeked of sweat and entertainment. Teens swayed under flickering lights, eyes glazed, chanting words they did not understand. The music throbbed like a fever. When it stopped, no one moved. They were still stupid and contagious when the smell of rot began to rise.

I am probably the most unique version of myself...

He typed 58008, flipped the calculator, and cackled. “BOOBS". The principal appeared instantly, eyes glowing, tie levitating. “You have summoned the Forbidden Digits.” The walls melted into cleavage-shaped portals. The school became a bra-shaped void. Detention was eternal.

If you look like you are insane, I'm likely already just a little bit in love with you.

I love them. The only complains I ever hear is that they are slightly lighter than regular vintage, which is a really weird complaint!

He plucked stars from dying skies, stitched galaxies from dust and light, all for her. Each nebula bore her name. But she forgot him with every orbit. Time warped her memory. When she finally looked up, she saw beauty, not love. He kept building, alone.

In Hell, the Ash & Cinder Agency took only the cases no demon dared touch. Tonight’s client was a weeping soul whose murderer still walked free. By dawn, the killer’s wails joined the city’s chorus, and the detectives filed another report in blood.