WWTBAM Bored

A site I check out regularly posted about Frederic Brown, author of this famous two-sentence horror story:

"The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door..."

and of course there are all sorts of sites about two-sentence horror stories.

I think this bored could come up with some doozies. Do it!

As I lay in bed, drugged up and hazy, I thought that the operation had gone pretty well.
My sis nudged the door open to check on me, gnawing on my barbecued meniscus, dribbling sauce down her chin.

This could get very scary.....

Beebs52 wrote:A site I check out regularly posted about Frederic Brown, author of this famous two-sentence horror story:

"The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door..."

That must have been an alien or a woman.

Bob Juch wrote:

Beebs52 wrote:A site I check out regularly posted about Frederic Brown, author of this famous two-sentence horror story:

"The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door..."

That must have been an alien or a woman.

That discussion has been had by a lot of people elsewhere.

"Hello, I'm with the IRS. I'm here to audit your last six years of tax returns."

Hi, lb. I thought I'd surprise you and just show up at your workplace.

Y'all are doing good!

From Tim Burton's Ulyjuice:



Ulyjuice: Oh, I know what you're asking me: can I be scary? What do you think of this?

Spoiler

I sat in the big, cat-clawed chair with my trusty laptop parked where it is supposed to be and read the Bored. Then I came across the thread that made me piss my pants....

lb13

Bwahaaaaaaa

littlebeast13 wrote:I sat in the big, cat-clawed chair with my trusty laptop parked where it is supposed to be and read the Bored. Then I came across the thread that made me piss my pants....

lb13

Krox comments on his shower scene with Marley in Escape From AlcaBored:

I'm not sure if I should be excited or embarrassed by my role in this. Of course if I have to have a bitch, Marley would be at the top of my list.

Gladys left for her 3 month world cruise. Little did she know of the "Rooms to Let' sign her son posted at the local speakeasy.

I knew this thread could be funny!

Hey Saucy, is that 2 lines?

"Welcome to hell, Mr. Bone. Your room above the 24-hour disco is ready".

T_Bone0806 wrote:"Welcome to hell, Mr. Bone. Your room above the 24-hour disco is ready".

Thank you for your interest in being a contestant on "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire." You have not been selected to be a potential contestant.

I had the same nightmare! Then Coupon Queen called me.

christie1111 wrote:I knew this thread could be funny!

Hey Saucy, is that 2 lines?

It is now

a1mamacat wrote:

christie1111 wrote:I knew this thread could be funny!

Hey Saucy, is that 2 lines?

It is now

Punctuation counts!

How about:

"Hi Mom, I have good news and bad news. I am coming home with your grandson, but the boyfriend is coming too."

Grammar Nazi nightmare:


Their has not been one time I have not went into Casey's and the bun has not split and broken. In to pieces.

Vandal wrote:Grammar Nazi nightmare:


Their has not been one time I have not went into Casey's and the bun has not split and broken. In to pieces.

That's horrific. There should be a rating schedule here for tender eyes.

Beebs52 wrote:

Vandal wrote:Grammar Nazi nightmare:


Their has not been one time I have not went into Casey's and the bun has not split and broken. In to pieces.

That's horrific. There should be a rating schedule here for tender eyes.

My eyes. They burn.

Two sentences? O.k., I'll try...

There was a wisteria vine blooming for the second time that summer on a wooden trellis before one window, into which sparrows came now and then in random gusts, making a dry vivid dusty sound before going away: and opposite Quentin, Miss Coldfield in the eternal black which she had worn for forty-three years now, whether for sister, father, or nothusband noone knew, sitting so bolt upright in the straight hard chair that was so tall for her that her legs hung straight and rigid as if she had iron shinbones and ankles, clear of the floor with that air of impotent and static rage like children’s feet, and talking in that grim haggard amazed voice until at last listening would renege and hearing-sense self-confound and the long-dead object of her impotent yet indomitable frustration would appear, as though by outraged recapitulation evoked, quiet inattentive and harmless, out of the binding and dreamy and victorious dust. But wait, there's more!