Ignoring the crippling hangover, I desperately counted my fingers, hoping they weren't all there...
A missing digit would have been a more palatable explanation for what I did last night than the severed one I just threw up.
"Officer, I just looked away for a second, and my baby was gone." I sobbed helplessly in the mirror. "That is much better, I sounded much more convincing this time,' I thought with a smile as I finally began to call the police.
I can feel the little ones have built a temple inside of my head so that they can worship me as their God.
When the doctors found their church to me, they spitefully called them "maggots" and tried to kill them.