#HorrorWritersChat This is it, the cat has you in its jaws, you gulp. All you can do is wait for the inevitable end. You close your eyes. Something scoops you up out of its mouth. A human child hits the cat on its nose. The cat scowls. You are saved! Oh no, wait, that's too tight. Stop squeezing.

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We woke up in the dark to crickets, and still our clothes were wet with our blood, coffin splinters stuck in our hands. How damned to still be alive after trying so hard to be otherwise. You didn't want to be, no — not on a day it meant being born again as worse than yourself. #HorrorWritersChat

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#HorrorWritersChat There's a sadness that comes with the ending of something. It's wistful. Quiet. An eerie sort of balm over the emotions. Who will find you, I wonder? I flicked the match, watching it arc towards the oxygen tank before I walk up the stairs. I'm on the front lawn when it explodes.

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Q4: #HorrorWritersChat You’ve become a mouse. You’re in someone else’s house. And that someone else is a grouse— You know them, you’ve seen them, it’s your face if you weren’t this mouse. Someone else has taken your place, Shoved you in a tiny space, And filled it with something noxious.

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#HorrorWritersChat I wanted to be pretty. I wanted to shine. I wanted to be the center of my crush's attention. I made a wish. I got my wish. Her friends ooh and aah. She smiles, holds out her engagement ring for all to see. Beauty is pain. I am in pain. And as I try to scream, my facets shine

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