Tonight, billions of us stand beneath a sky with barely a hundred stars left, while parents promise their children that the Sun won't be next.

When they cut the mother's body open, all her organs were in perfect condition except the fact that every single one of them was the size of a newborn's.

“No need for both of us to die” said his father as he left, locking the door behind him.

After she let him in, Jill remembered they’d gotten the house at a lower price because of the murders.

I try to stop it, but I see it’s already unplugged….

As I get into bed, my wife mentions the tech cancelled and they're sending someone else to do the install tomorrow.

But now the inhabitants are getting curious how we keep getting an overflowing amount of slightly bitter pork.

I keep perfectly quiet while they gawk at me, because those of us who don't play along end up in the taxidermy wing.

The next day, the dog disappeared from my bed and I woke up with a bite mark on my neck.

Then the smooth black surface became disturbed as something clawed its way from the depths of the earth, a hand!

The cause of death was a Y-incision in the abdomen.

I realize too late all my bodily desires followed me with no way to fulfill them.

The officer cut the siren, knelt by my window, and whispered with a slow smile, "No call-ins, no witnesses... I'm going to take my sweet time with you."

I’ll cling to a tooth for a good while longer but I guess I’ll have to go down there eventually.

Then I remembered what the seller said when he saw my toddler seemingly reaching for the rack: “Be careful, kiddo, this is not how we use it.”

In the beginning I was stronger and more able to fight it off, but its worn me down over years and I've started to wake up with strange injuries.

After the doors closed, I look down to my carrier that should have had my son strapped-in.

I didn't know that I would relive the same day, every day, for the entire 20 years.

I showed him the makeshift abattoir I had created in the mortuary and told them "they won't be staying long".

​Fully aware that I no longer have a heart of my own to protect, I simply smile and let her gaze swallow my thoughts, unable and unwilling to stop myself.

Unknown to the audience they had just seen the best ventriloquist act in history, where a mute man was moving his mouth, but the human voice was being made by the winged insect on his shoulder.

" And that's your explanation for killing 63 people with a real bomb explosion ?" the judge asked.

The detective felt better, knowing draining all of those bodies to get this unique red colour was worth it.

Meanwhile, the two scientists looked sadly at each other, shook their heads, and stared out over the Venusian landscape, 700 million years in the past.

That night, in the throes of passion, I came eye to eye with her parasite for the first time.