Her crush smiled gently, spun the cylinder of his father's revolver, and placed it softly into her hands.

The last words of humanity.

Thankfully, I was smart enough to make the upgrade permanent just before the effect wore off.

Then he handed him back his sword and pointed toward the mosque.

He left this solar system a long time ago, and now it feels like the butterflies are trying to claw their way out.

Being caught on its walls, the burrito could not rotate in the microwave.

When I woke up, I thought it had all been a simple dream until my half-rotted hand struck the coffin lid.

They are all moving away from me.

I felt my distended stomach fall the moment my eyes fixed on the bloody mass on the floor, and I whistled for Snowball through fur-caked teeth.

The millions of iterations we ran, frantically trying to find the source of the extinction event, were actually its cause.

"Living forever sounds cool," the other replied softly, "but are you sure squirrels can turn you, like bats do?"

What pity we can't reach any of it in a lifetime.

When the unnatural rythm peaked and red smoke poured from the sistine chapel, the stunned prayers turned to screams.

Inspired by https://infosec.pub/post/26626990

First sentence taken directly from this headline.

Instead, I should ask "Why the humans and animals resemble demons so much?".

Today, it glitched, leading me to remember all 11,418 failed attempts to stop the apocalypse along with the truth that the actual start date of it predates my jumps.

It's only after he slipped me a calmant and dragged me to a tub full of ice that I realized he only planned to bring the vital parts of me.

It was already too late when the research team chief crashed inside the control room screaming "It's an eyelid!! An Eyelid!!!"

I must have crossed the globe twice these past five days but I still can't find a place where the camera doesn't reply with ruins and bodies.

I stepped over his corpse blocking the doorway and saw another steel reinforced door with a keypad at the end of the corridor.

The panspermia vessel was to break up low in the atmosphere as to maximise soul and bacterial propagation.

Unfortunately, it also took us 4.2 years to receive the message explaining that the far end of the portal had broken.

But as I watched the test subject’s fingers split apart, each one growing into a perfect replica of his hand, I realized we had made a terrible mistake.

How they picked all the flesh from my leg leaving my bones clean.

But when I woke up this morning, my sheets were soaked in a thick, yellow fluid, and the hole where the lump had been was still twitching.