RE: Two-Sentence Horror Stories: Post your favorite
February 18, 2015 at 8:20 pm
(This post was last modified: February 18, 2015 at 8:20 pm by bennyboy.)
Twenty kilometers I drove that overgrown old logging road into the depth of wild forest with my new wife, to show her that in Canada solitude and beauty are forever married. In morning, we awoke to the first filtering light of the sun, chilled and hungry, and I resolved to make a campfire. . . but rather than my axe I found only footprints, which circled our tent several times before heading off into the marsh.
Not very good prose, but this actually happened.
Not very good prose, but this actually happened.