I guess the soul bypasses the eyes to see once you "die" but how long am I going to be stuck looking at the inside of this box?

The man slowly remembered the acrid smell of the hunter first, and then was violently dragged through every desperate sprint, every scream cut short by teeth.

“However, a still sufficiently discernable pattern of ludditery and synthetic prejudice remains to trigger the Cyprus Doctrine, under which punishment is mandatory" droned on the artificial magistrate.

At three in the morning, I woke to my wife screaming and only then realized I was hunched over his empty crib.

Moving the sheet, the doctor spoke to the class: "What we have here is a very atypical case: extreme brain hemorrhages, eyes blown out by blood pressure, and, most interestingly, his heart literally burst inside his chest."

"Hopefully, this takes it all down with me" he said while looking at his younger self in the scope.

By the time he decided to go to the hospital, it was already too late for the man's eye.

Clutching a shovel, she led the other one into the night, crushing his glasses in her fist as they walked.

Seconds later, his dead corpse floated through space, reflecting in his lifeless wide open eyes the blue planet slowly approaching.

When the next day I saw that same enemy at a public event with thick bandages around his neck, I began to doubt that my usual precautions would keep me safe for long.

Thankfully, he has good insurance and long-term body rentals are cheap since they redefined what could constitute "serving a sentence."

Now I'm just too scared to know why, far enough from my position, all the ambient sounds and colors fade away, and all the people are locked staring at the sky with their mouths wide open.

As i wake up screaming in the ambulance in my eye is still vivid the image of that pale light fading away and two immense, monolithic lines of teeth slowly closing in on me.

It was only after his son and wife was asleep, that the man was finally able to leave the room to fix the gag of his little "guest" in the secret chamber below the house.

Leaning his claws toward the chamber, the oldest engineer slowly spoke: "Once again their flesh will be our nutrient and their screams our ecstasy".

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.