I was vomiting into a urinal.
I was standing in front of the basement door, terrified of the monster behind it.
I was standing in the park when the bomb hit.
Do it.
I was bound with my hands behind ductaped behind a toilet; and there were pieces of skin nailed to the walls.
I felt the fire in my veins and instantly knew I had done too much.
I have a migraine.
I have a problem.
The drugs are killing me.
I woke up in a meadow full of orange twilight.
I opened my eyes to find myself in a blood encrusted bathroom.
I didn't know who the man was, but he had no eyes.
I told the girl to shower as soon as she stepped into my house.
I have a brain tumor, I haven't told anyone yet.
I woke up this morning leaking a black fluid from my nose.
I'm not okay, the Writer has died and I'm stuck here.
I had a dream last night where I killed my boyfriend.
I got a call from my boyfriend's boss today.
I was cutting lines of blow when she got out of the shower.
I felt one of my ribs crack under the cop's feet.
I woke up to see the girl standing over me.
Opening lines from all of my stories.
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