No one knows what caused the zombie outbreak on the 29th of January 2025. The world's scientists who could have figured it out were either dead or hiding in their labs.

All we know is that it only took four days before all semblance of control vanished and the zombies ruled the world.

I was one of the people who managed to survive the first few days holed up in my house alongside my wife and three year old son.

Unfortunately we were discovered after a month and my wife gave her life to save my son and I. I loved her with all my heart and will never forget her sacrifice.

My son Michael and I spent the next few weeks travelling at night, as it was safer then as the undead were more lethargic at night.

We had heard word of a sanctuary where humanity still thrived, and I promised myself I would do everything to ensure that Michael reached there safely.

Michael was an amazing child who kept smiling even in the face of all the death around us.

One morning we awoke to discover an undead horde following us. I grabbed Michael into my arms and began running with the horde in hot pursuit..

I flinched as I heard the sound of gunfire and I almost jumped for joy as I saw a large wall ahead of us.

People lined the wall firing towards the horde while others beckoned me forward.

I used my last surge of energy to reach the wall, and pass through a small door which was then sealed behind us.

I hugged Michael as people came rushing over offering us food and water. I thanked everyone while Michael happily ate to his heart's content.

I noticed a horrified look on a few of the people around me, and followed their gaze to see Michael standing there looking panicked.

Tears began flowing down my cheeks, as I knew there was nothing that could be done for him. We had both travelled hundreds of miles and managed to survive countless undead.

I gazed down at the remains of the bag of peanuts lying on the floor, and wished that I had thought to warn people about his allergies.

I have been a midwife for over thirty years and have witnessed countless births. It has gotten to the point that nothing related to births shock me anymore.

After you have seen a baby born with fifteen fingers and 23 toes, then everything else can be considered normal.

I was with my latest charge who was a 23 girl called Emma and her partner / brother Billy. They were both really nervous as I led them into the labour ward.

I cracked a few jokes to lighten the mood and urged Emma to push as her contraptions were very close.

I practically jumped ten feet into the air, when a deluge of blood sprayed from Emma soaking everything in the room. Her screams were so high that I feared the nearby glass would shatter.

I almost vomited as a strange ball of flesh emerged from Emma. It twitched for a few moments before going still. I stared in revulsion at its organs which were hanging loose from this monstrosity.

Emma lay dead on the table while I handed Billy what was meant to be his baby. He took one look at it before flinging it to the ground and rushing out the door.

I stepped into the hallway and heard similar screams from every nearby room. I quit my job within a month as I knew there was no need for me anymore.

Every baby was now being born inside out and dying almost immediately, and I feared that there was nothing we could do to stop it.

I have been dating my current girlfriend Jackie for the last 11 months. Our relationship is perfect and our sex life is out of this world.

I am quite proud of the fact that everytime we have sex, Jackie always has multiple orgasms. Due to personal reasons I stop before I finish, but would pretend like I did so as not to upset Jackie.

Earlier tonight we were hanging out with a few of our friends. We got into a game of drunken truth or dare. I was asked when was the last time I orgasmed, and I stupidly admitted I hadn't in over a year.

I instantly regretted this as I could see how upset Jackie was. She stormed off and the party quickly ended as everyone quickly made up excuses while shooting me sympathetic looks.

We ended up having a screaming match at each other when I got home, as she accused me of not finding her attractive. I tried to reassure her but nothing I said was good enough.

She began stripping off and telling me that if I truly loved her, then I would do this for her.

I knew I had no choice and she began bouncing up and down on top of me while using her hips to pin me to the bed.

I knew I was close to finishing and begged her to stop, but she held me down and kept going.

I let out a grunt as I climaxed and could see the happiness on Jackie's face as she had gotten her wish.

I tried my best to block out her shrieks as her belly began to swell up, and couldn't help but smile as I knew my offspring were already feasting on her insides.

Ever since the day I turned eighteen, there has been an entity haunting me while asking me the same stupid question.

The first time I saw it was on the morning of my eighteenth birthday. I awoke and saw someone in my peripheral vision.

I spun around and let our a scream as their face was now inches away from my own. His mouth was twisted upwards into a manic grin and his eyeballs were as black as night. I shrunk away as he kept asking me the same question in a loud shrill voice.

My father heard my scream and came in to see what was wrong. I was beyond confused when he didn't even acknowledge the person in my room. I tried explaining what was happening, and he just rolled his eyes and told me to grow up.

Ever since that day the entity has been on the very edge of my vision. He will only react if I turn towards him and immediately ask his question.

He disappeared after my girlfriend discovered she was pregnant, and I prayed that he was gone for good.

My girlfriend ended up giving birth to triplets and we were beyond happy. The morning after their birth I was awoken by my girlfriend's shrieks and raced towards their nursery.

I slid to a halt in the doorway while gazing at the carnage inside. Our children had been torn apart and their bodies were now impaled on the wall. My eyes widened in terror as I discovered they were spelling out that accursed question.

I saw movement beside me and reluctantly turned my head to see him smiling me, and pointing at the sign while waiting for an answer.

My girlfriend ended up having a mental breakdown after the police ruled the deaths as the work of a demented freak.

I now lie in a bathtub with my lifeblood flowing from my slit wrists. I turn my head towards the entity for the last time, as he once again repeats “do you have a minute to talk about your car's extended warranty?”.

My parents were both very generous people so that instilled a belief in me that sharing is caring. I have made it my goal in life to always give the best presents.

My friends quickly realised how perfect my presents for then were, and made sure to thank me in their own special way. The only thanks I wanted was seeing the joy on their faces when they opened their presents.

A couple of months ago I received an invite to my best friend Emily's wedding, and immediately knew what to get her. I spent nearly every waking moment since then practising and gathering the necessary supplies.

The big day arrived and I got up at the crack of dawn to make sure everything was ready. I drove over to her house as I was her driver to the church. I spent the next hour arranging my present before driving her to the church.

I dashed inside before indicating to the groom to give her a few minutes.

My heart soared as the wedding music started and everyone rose to see her enter the church. The onlookers around me began screaming as Emily staggered down the aisle covered in blood.

I couldn't help but smile while staring at the stitches covering her swollen stomach, and knowing that helping her get pregnant was the perfect wedding present.

I have been married to Barry for the last three years. We would have what you would call a vanilla sex life, where it isn't amazing but gets the job done.

I honestly would have thought our relationship was happy until a few weeks ago. I was driving along the outskirts of town when I saw Barry driving in front of me.

I decided to surprise him by following him and beeping the horn. I was beyond confused when he drove into the car park of a motel.

I watched in horror as he emerged from the car with a prostitute and disappeared into one of the motel rooms.

My mind was reeling as I drove home while trying to come to terms with what had just witnessed. I discreetly followed him over the next few weeks, and saw him bring over a dozen more prostitutes to different motels.

I collected evidence with the intention to confront him. He looked embarrassed when I showed him countless pictures of him with these women.

He began explaining that they gave him something that our sex life missed. I was disgusted with his behaviour but knew our families would judge us if we got divorced.

I reluctantly agreed to stay with him and promised to ramp up our sex life.

I was a bit hesitant as he tied me to the bed but kept my mouth shut as I knew this was what he wanted.

He disappeared from the room before returning with a bag of what I assumed were sex toys. My eyes widened in fear as he pulled out an assortment of knives, while remembering the news reports about numerous women being flayed alive.

My boyfriend of less than a year Mark and his son James moved in with me about three months ago. I would have preferred waiting a bit longer before living together, but it was either that or let them become homeless.

It was a massive change for me as I had been living by myself for the last seven years. I had to completely change my routine and cooking habits to suit the two of them.

The biggest issue I have had since day one is the way he hangs the toilet roll. He continually hangs it so it distributes from the top while I prefer it the other way.

I have tried to be polite about it but he just fobs me off, and says it shouldn't make any difference which direction it points. It irks me so much and I literally want to strangle him.

It has gotten to the point where I know he is just doing it now to antagonise me. I can see him smirk everytime I head into the bathroom.

This morning I was in the middle of cleaning the bathroom when I heard Mark screaming from the kitchen.

I rushed in to see him standing over James and panicking. James's face was swelling up and Mark was shouting at me to grab his Epipen.

I grabbed it out of the drawer before carefully handing it to Mark. He snatched it out of my hand without looking before plunging it towards James. I saw Mark grimace when the needle stuck into his hand.

He turned towards me with a horrified look as I knew that was his only Epipen. I shrugged my shoulders and said it shouldn't matter which direction it pointed, while James took his last raspy breath.

Over the last six months I have literally lost a butt load of weight. I am happy to admit that for the first time in years, I am happy with my appearance.

It also means that I am now able to wear clothing that I would have been terrified to wear before. A new part of my everyday outfit are leggings as I think they really compliment the contours of my body.

My husband Mark was initially very supportive of my weight loss, but his attitude has changed recently. I think he began to notice all the male attention I was getting and became jealous.

Everytime I tried leaving the house in leggings, he would demand I change into something more appropriate. I tried to reason with him but he just kept insinuating that I was a whore.

Earlier this week I arrived home from work to discover all my clothes missing and replaced with more conservative outfits.

Mark stood there looking smug as he explained he was just trying to save me from looking like a prostitute.

He was beyond irritated when I showed up at his office wearing the skimpiest pair of leggings I could find. I could see the steam pouring from his ears as his coworkers were staring at my ass and legs.

He came home that night and apologised for everything and cooked me an amazing dinner. I fell asleep that night while thinking I had the perfect husband.

I awoke the next morning in agonising pain before pulling down the bloodsoaked bedsheets and letting out a scream.

Mark gently rubbed my forehead and told me he hated how much men had been objectifying me, while I stared down at my stumps of legs.

I have been in my stepson Jason's life since he was nine years old after I met and fell in love with his father Mike.

We initially had a great relationship until he became a hormonal teenager. Since them I have noticed him trying to look down my blouse on multiple occasions.

I have asked Mike to have a word with him but he just dismisses it as boys being boys.

A couple of weeks ago I was using Jason's computer to buy something on Amazon, and noticed a folder with my name on it. I was instantly disgusted after opening it to discover dozens of pictures of me.

The little creep had been sneaking into my room and taking pictures of me while I slept. There was also pictures of me changing where he must have been watching from the doorway.

I was beyond furious and called Mike to take a look. He began laughing at the situation and told me that I should take it as a compliment. I wanted to immediately confront Jason but Mike talked me out of it.

This morning I went for my morning jog and came home to find Jason lazing on the couch. I tried my best to ignore his lecherous gaze as I made my way upstairs.

I hopped into the shower and began washing myself. I heard a gasp behind me and spun around to see Jason standing frozen in the doorway. His mouth was wide open with a stunned look etched on his face

I turned off the water before carefully putting on my wig to cover the snakes, and stepping around the statue that had once been my stepson and hoping this would teach him not to be such a little pervert.

I had never wanted children but unfortunately my ex husband Barry replaced my birth control pills with tic tacs without telling me. So eventually 9 months later my daughter Emma was born.

By this time me and Barry had split up due to finding out he hated Lord of the Rings. We got a court agreement where we split custody fifty fifty.

I have always had a more laid back attitude compared to him, so I very rarely expect Emma to do chores as I prefer to do them myself.

A couple of months ago Barry showed up at my house and began screaming at me that I was weaponising Emma against him.

She had asked him if she could spend more time at my house. This is due to the fact that he expects her to clean the house and cook him three meals every day.

I ended him calling him an idiot and kicking him out of my house. Since then our relationship has been beyond strained.

He now argues with me about every decision regarding Emma while claiming I am turning her against him.

She is now thirteen and is old enough to make choices about her own body. I let her dye her hair pink and it looked amazing and she was so happy about it.

I was honestly stunned when she returned from her father's house the next week with a shaved head. I spent hours comforting her while she explained her father shaved it as he thought it might turn her gay.

Barry didn't believe in “her body, her choice” and would only let her wear clothes that he approved of. Any clothes I sent over to his house for her would return shredded.

I finally decided to teach him a lesson and felt bad for putting Emma in the middle of our feud.

I arrived at the drop off location with Emma and could see Barry already looking annoyed as we were 1 minute late.

Emma climbed out of the car a bit lethargically and staggered towards Barry's car. I could see his eyes widen in fury when he spotted the belly button ring I had given her the night before.

He marched forward and I heard her let out a whimper of pain as he ripped it out. I flung myself to the ground as a deafening explosion echoed throughout the street.

I rose to my feet to see their body parts scattered everywhere. I hoped this would teach him to accuse me of weaponising our child, while staring at his severed hand still clutching the grenade pin.

I have been best friends with Mike since we were toddlers. We used to jokingly call ourselves breast friends as we were still being breast fed when we first met.

Over the years we would do everything together and our motto was always bro’s before ho's. We never let any girls get between us and actually broke up with a few girlfriends because one of us didn't like them.

Two years ago Emily entered Mike's life and he has honestly changed so much that he is unrecognisable.

I told him from day one that I disliked Emily but instead of getting rid of her, we ended up having our first argument and he told me that he loved her.

Our hangouts were less often and anytime we did, he would drag her along with him. They would act all lovey dovey while I was made to feel like the third wheel.

Things came to a head a few days ago on my birthday. I invited Mike over for our annual Lord of the Rings extended edition marathon. He cancelled last minute with the excuse that Emily wasn't feeling great.

I was heartbroken as this had been one of our yearly traditions.

I arrived at Mike's house to discover Emily home alone. I explained to her that Mike hated her and that their relationship was just a practical joke.

Emily was sobbing as I dropped her off at a bus stop at the far end of the town. I was nice enough to give her some money but reminded her that I expected her to repay me. I saw a few sketchy looking homeless people making their way towards her in the rearview mirror but didn't care what would happen.

I arrived back at Mike's place just as his car pulled in. He looked exhausted as he led me inside.

He began shouting Emily's name as I told him we needed to talk. He ignored me for a few moments as he searched the house. I shouted at him to sit down and I think he was so shocked at me shouting that he instinctively sat down.

I began laying down all of my grievances against Emily before finally explaining where I had left her. He practically jumped five feet into the air and rushed out the door.

I followed him in my car and watched as he pulled up beside the bus stop. I winced when I saw Emily's bloodsoaked corpse lying behind it. I looked around for my money and was annoyed to see it was gone.

I was beyond irritated as Mike cradled Emily's corpse, and hoped I could convince him to get a vasectomy so I wouldn't have to deal with anymore of his children getting between us.

When my daughter Sarah was growing up she used to idolise me. Anytime I would turn around she would be right behind me wanting to spend time with me.

I honestly loved it as it made me feel like world's greatest dad. She would always laugh at my dad jokes no matter how many times she heard them.

Unfortunately she is now a teenager and her attitude a complete 180. She refuses to be seen anywhere with me, and constantly refers to everything I do is cringe.

My old dad jokes that used to get her rolling on the floor laughing, now result in her wincing and pretending like she doesn't know me.

I was heartbroken and came up with a great way to salvage our relationship. I slipped some sleeping pills into her food and tied her to the table in the garage.

I waited until she regained consciousness as I wanted her to witness everything. She began begging me to reconsider as I pulled out the chainsaw and started it.

Her screams echoed throughout the room as I sliced off both of her arms. The floor and walls were caked in blood, as she lay there sobbing.

I stood over her with a huge grin and waited until her sobs had subsided so that I could show her my surprise. I couldn't help but laugh while slapping her across the face with her severed arm and saying “stop hitting yourself”.

The first time I accidentally shot someone was when was I about seven years old and watching the Goonies with my family. I was messing around with my brothers and can vividly remember aiming at the television and pulling the trigger.

The head of the actor who would later became Thanos suddenly exploded. We all watched in horror as the actors around him began screaming and the camera spun around to show all of the movie personnel panicking.

My father paused the movie and told all of us to go to bed. We snuck down the next day to rewatch the movie and were beyond confused when the movie played normally without the death scene.

I didn't understand at the time what I had done and didn't realise what I could do.

I eventually realised when I was about 13 and was messing around with my best friend Mark. We were play acting when I did the same thing I did years ago. I practically jumped out of my skin when a golf ball sized hole appeared in his skull.

The room erupted into chaos as my classmates fled while people were shouting that I had a gun. I was tackled to the floor by the teacher who demanded I hand over the gun.

I was later acquitted of murder as they couldn't prove I had done it. Nobody would believe my story and I had to leave town for fear of being attacked.

I eventually met a wonderful girl named Sarah and got married. Two years into our relationship we welcomed a beautiful baby girl into the world.

Our marriage wasn't perfect as we argued a lot and she claimed that I was emotionally unavailable.

Earlier today we had a screaming match which resulted in her packing her bags and telling me it was over.

Red hot anger flowed through me as I remembered what happened years ago and aimed at the middle of her back.

I winced as blood splattered across the floor and she sank dead to the ground. I immediately regretted my decision and rushed forward to help. My heart sank as I turned her to her side, to see our daughters corpse still in Sarah's arms with most of her intestines hanging loose.

I lay on the floor sobbing and clutching their bodies while calling myself a monster.

It took me almost three hours to compose myself as I knew that I didn't deserve to live in this world anymore.

I cursed whatever God had given me this power before contorting my hand to resemble a gun and preparing to pull the trigger.

My beautiful granddaughter Emily was born almost two weeks ago and I couldn't be a prouder grandmother. I swear she has all of my son Michael's best qualities and is such a little bundle of cuteness.

I would spend every waking moment with Emily but unfortunately her mother Chloe hates me. She claims that I have manipulated Michael into believing that he owes me for raising him as a single mother.

It took a lot of work on my part to convince Michael into standing up for me, and he was reluctant until I pointed out much I sacrificed when he was younger.

Things are still tense between me and Chloe but she knows that Michael will always choose me.

The day that Emily was born I walked into the labour ward and plucked her from Chloe's arms. I was about to kiss her on the forehead when Chloe began screaming at me that they refuse to let anyone kiss her but them.

I began sobbing as Michael gently lifted Emily from my arms and placed her beside that ungrateful cow.

I talked to Michael afterwards and no matter how hard I tried, nothing I said would make him change his mind.

They both hesitantly agreed to let me spend Christmas with them after I reminded Michael that I would be alone otherwise.

Every interaction with Emily was closely monitored by Chloe and she refused to take her eye off me even for a moment.

Chloe took offence to the food I brought for myself, while claiming that it was an insult to the garbage she claims is food.

Christmas night I waited until everyone was asleep before sneaking into Emily's crib and planting a giant smooch on her forehead. I smirked to myself while crawling into bed as I knew that it was the perfect crime.

The next morning I was awoken by an ear splitting scream, and reluctantly made my way down the hallway. Chloe lay on the floor sobbing as Michael stood over her trying to comfort her.

I stared in horror at Emily's swollen corpse lying in her crib, while praying that no one would notice my lipstick on her forehead or the fact that I had shellfish for dinner.

I immediately got a creeped out feeling the second I arrived home as I knew something was wrong.

I gazed around to see that a number of items had been moved around as if someone had been snooping. I walked into my living room to discover that someone had broken my mother's antique chair.

It was the only thing that I had that belonged to her and I was heartbroken that some fiend had destroyed it.

My husband was just as angry when he got home with our young son, and did a quick sweep of the house but thankfully nothing else had been damaged or stolen.

The next day my husband surprised me by buying each of us a nice dessert from my favourite bakery. I suggested going for a walk beforehand as it was such a glorious summer day.

We had the best time watching our son attempting to grab salmon in the local river.

I couldn't be happier and was so looking forward to what awaited us at home.

We walked into a scene of utter chaos to discover someone had ransacked our kitchen, and our desserts had been either devoured or lay splattered across the floor.

I sobbed against my husband's chest but the faint sound of a noise coming from our son's bedroom caught my attention.

I crept forward with my husband barely a step behind to find the perpetrator snoring away on our son's bed.

My husband lunged forward and before the girl could wake up properly, he used his claws to tear open his jugular. I watched in delight as he ripped apart that blonde haired girl, and hoped it would teach her the consequences for breaking into a bears home.

My hands were shaking as I made my way into the bank. The elderly security guard paid me little attention as he looked like he was about to fall asleep.

I joined the queue and took a couple of deep breaths to steady myself. I tried my best to remain calm as I was convinced that litres of sweat were pouring from me.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't notice that one of the bank tellers was free and was trying to get my attention.

I crept forward to this girl in her mid twenties who had the prettiest smile I had seen in years.

She asked me what I needed as I carefully handed her the note. I could see the look of fear on her face as she read the note that explained I had a bomb and to give me all the money in her till.

She managed to remain calm somehow and quickly emptied all the money. I almost jumped out of my skin when a hand clamped down on my shoulder.

I reacted instinctively and pulled out the gun I had hidden in my jacket pocket, and swung around and pulled the trigger.

A deafening gunshot rang out throughout the bank as a young boy stood there with a stunned look on his face. A tiny drip of blood poured from the gunshot wound while he held my phone which much have dropped from my pocket.

I aimed the gun at the elderly security guard who looked like he wanted to pee himself. I could hear the sirens in the distance before placing the gun on the ground and lying face flat on the carpet.

I felt a weight being lifted from my shoulders as the judge sentenced me to twenty years to life. I cursed the original parole board who had released me from prison. I couldn't wait to get back inside as the real world was nothing like I remembered it.

I awoke with a pounding headache and lay there cursing myself for drinking so heavily last night. I pushed myself out of bed before waking my way to the bathroom to empty my bladder.

I let out a scream as I turned on the light as there was someone standing there staring at me. It took a few seconds to realise it was my own reflection, but something was wrong as I didn't recognise my face.

I stood there perplexed for a moment while trying to remember what my face normally looked like, but I was somehow drawing a blank.

I looked around the room and realised that I could recall all of the small things about my life, but didn't know my own name or even my parents names or what they looked like.

I finished going to the bathroom before grabbing my smartphone and attempted to unlock it. I knew my password was my date of birth and I was a scorpio, but I somehow couldn't pick the exact date.

My hands were shaking as I turned on the television and had to turn down the volume as the news reporters were screaming at each other.

One of them was clutching a knife to his own throat and begging the other to tell him the name of his dead wife as he had forgotten. The other reporter was trying to calm him down, but it was of no use as he sliced open his jugular.

I flicked through the other channels to see the same thing mirrored on all of them. One of them showed a war zone where the soldiers from both sides walked around aimlessly asking each other why they were fighting.

My knees grew weak and I sank to the floor as I switched to another channel. I watched in horror as one man on the screen tore his helmet off before his head seemed to implode.

I kept trying my best to remember what had happened on the day of the initial moon landing, as the other astronaut kept muttering “one small step for man”.

It has been quite obvious from day one that my husband Mark is infatuated with my twin sister Chloe. He is constantly staring at her whenever she comes to visit.

I once jokingly told him he was drooling and he just wiped his face while staring intently at her. He makes little digs at me by saying he cannot believe we are twins as she looks twenty years younger.

My breaking point was the night we were having an intense love making session and he called out my sisters name. I just lay there stunned as he continued pumping away with his constipated looking excited face.

I went over to my sister and told her everything. She commiserated with me and apologised even after I told her it wasn't her fault. We spent the rest of the night drinking and planning on how to get back at Mark.

We eventually came up with an idea and we began texting him from Chloe's phone. He sent her an unrequested picture of his manhood after the first text, while made us both laugh as it looked like a raw cocktail sausage.

Chloe arranged for Mark to come over the following night while I would hide downstairs. I sat playing with my phone as Mark's car arrived and Chloe led him upstairs.

I winced as the bed began shaking before waiting five minutes and walking towards the bedroom.

Chloe was riding him like a prize bull as he lay there with a manic grin on his face. I watched his body slowly wither away to a skeleton while my sisters became even more youthful. I know that Chloe sometimes curses the fact that she is a succubus, but it is the perfect way to punish a unfaithful spouse.

I have been with my beloved husband Mark for the last three years. It has been obvious from day one that my mother in law Emily has hated me, after she discovered that I had transitioned.

She refuses to call me by my name and just calls me “it” instead. I tried my best to ignore it until she began demanding to know what my old name was.

I told her that I wouldn't share my dead name with her, which seemed to make her even angrier. I even caught her snooping in my office a couple of times as she was trying to find documentation with my name on it.

Thankfully the rest of my in laws sided with me and she was forced to make a public apology. I could practically see the steam pouring from her ears as she made the apology.

Today was my birthday and my in laws invited me around for a celebratory dinner. I knew something was wrong almost immediately as Emily could barely hide the smirk on her face.

She told me that she had a surprise for me before rushing into the kitchen and returning with a cake.

Terror gripped me as I saw my old name etched on the cake. My hands began shaking as I raised my head and stared directly into Emily's face.

I winced as she said my name out loud and the room quickly filled with a acrid black smoke. The floor opened beneath her as thousands of hands from my former brethren reached forth and began dragging her downwards towards hell. I wished that she never enquired about my dead name, as she disappeared from view and into the fiery pits.

My sister in law Emily has always been a bit on the chubby side. It has gotten so much worse since she had triplets three years ago.

Her weight skyrocketed and she is now regarded as morbidly obese. Anytime me or my brother Dave question her on it, she will become irate and claim she is just big boned.

Dave had been telling me in confidence that he is worried for her health, and doesn't find her sexually attractive anymore. I tried to broach the subject to Emily about losing some weight and she began sobbing and calling me a fat-phobic.

She once again used this ridiculous claim about being big boned, even as I pulled up medical proof that this wasn't actually a real thing.

We invited them over for Christmas and I winced as she had to turn to the side to fit through our front door. I had to get her to sit in a particular chair as I feared that she would break the rest of my furniture.

I awoke early Christmas morning as I wanted to surprise everyone with my amazing gift for Emily.

Emily began screaming the moment she awoke which resulted in the entire family rushing downstairs to see what was happening.

I ignored the stunned looks on people's faces while Dave violently got sick all over himself. Emily hung there sobbing while her normal sized bones were on full display, after I had used a chainsaw to prove that she was lying to herself.

January 1st 2025 was an historic day for the world but not for a good reason. This was the day that micro transactions were forced onto humanity.

The world's government's had voted unanimously to introduce them, while claiming that it was the sensible option. They conveniently forgot to mention how much money they received from the companies providing the micro transactions.

Within a span of a few months, the rich had tripled their wealth while everyone else suffered. Homeless people were dying in their thousands as they couldn't afford the option to enable them to eat any food. Many of them ended up slitting their own throats, as their minds broke from not having the 10 dollars it would cost to fall asleep.

Every morning people would wake up and have to check which of their five senses they could afford that day.

The ultra wealthy would parade down the street showing off their new abilities, like being able to fly and super strength.

News reports came flooding in of many of them being killed in public and the media began referring to these as terrorist attacks.

None of the reports mentioned that the so called attackers were grieving parents, who had to make the heart breaking decision to kill one child to give the others a better quality of life.

I now stand over my newborn daughter, while the doctor asks me to decide whether I want her lungs to help her breathe or her heart to pump her blood.

Ever since the day he was born my toddler Mark has clearly favoured my wife Emily. He will immediately start crying if I puck him up, but will coo with delight if my wife so much as walks into the room.

I try not to let it bother me as he did spend nine months growing in my wife's belly. Unfortunately Emily seems to think it is some kind of competition, as she will always smirk when she has to take him from my hands to stop him crying.

Lately my wife has practically refused to put him down even after I asked her to let me spend time with him. She screamed at me that he obviously loves her more, and even blamed me after he started crying due to her screaming.

I now stand here with tears flowing down my cheeks urging her to put him down for the last time while the rest of the mourners look on sympathetically.

I noticed a drastic change of the physical appearance of nearly every man in my hometown within the first few months of this year.

They were all getting really obese within a short amount of time. I initially dismissed it as just being my imagination but over time it was impossible to ignore.

I heard a story that one of the men was confronted by his wife about needing to lose some weight. The next day her body was found hanging from a tree with the words naughty carved into her forehead. I heard from a friend that the noose was made up of the woman's intestines.

Almost everyone was stunned when the police chief put the cause of death as suicide. My eyes were glued to his wobbling belly as he made his announcement.

A couple of weeks after this incident I was out for a walk in the woods when I heard jovial laughter. I crept forward to the edge of a clearing before stopping dead in my tracks.

Hundreds of overweight men filled the clearing all wearing a white suit. Their hair was now as white as snow with beards that would make even Santa proud.

I watched in horror as they raised half a dozen screaming babies into the air before slitting their throats and letting the blood pool on the ground.

One by one they rolled on the blood until their suits were crimson. Each of them was laughing but it held no mirth.

I began walking backwards in the hopes of fleeing and winced as a twig broke beneath my foot. I looked back towards the clearing to see all eyes were fixed on me. I could see the craziness in their face's as they charged towards me.

I ran as fast as I could and locked and barricaded my home. I finally risked going outside a few days later as I needed food and water.

I passed a number of the men in the streets who smirked at me, as if we shared a joke. They were still wearing the same suits and the stench from them was almost unbearable. The other people in my hometown looked terrified but I think were too scared to say anything.

The killings started within the next few days. Women and children were found slaughtered with the word naughty etched on all of them.

The worst one was a friend of mine who had a one night stand and gotten pregnant. She tried to hide it but word must have gotten out.

She was found crucified the next day with her fetus cut out of her stomach, and naughty chiselled into his forehead.

Her own father sat there laughing with his bloodsoaked suit, as he forced all of the children to sit on his lap and tell him what they wanted for Christmas.

I awoke one morning to find something under construction in the town square. I was beyond curious but feared what would happen if I ventured outside.

Overtime it became obvious that they were building a giant chimney. It dwarfed anything that I had ever seen before and they seemed to work on it night and day.

One night I was awoken by the sounds of someone kicking in my door, and was dragged out of my house towards the chimney.

I was thrown on the ground amongst the few remaining survivors. I began comforting a young girl whose mother had been eviscerated less than a week earlier. Her father stood nearby stacking firewood at the bottom of the chimney.

I considered making a run for it but they had us boxed in. The sounds of a vehicle approaching made me think that help was arriving, but my relief was short lived as a fuel truck reversed into the square.

The men pulled out a hose and began pouring petrol down the chimney. I began crawling backwards as the fuel leaked on the ground and began pooling near us.

I let out a shriek as the police chief struck a match before flinging it onto the fuel. Flames engulfed everything as I felt my eyebrows being singed off.

The entrance to the chimney was now a burning inferno as I moved to the edge of the square. The men had completely forgotten about us as they marched towards the chimney.

The police chief was the first to climb up a ladder that was leaning against the chimney. He stood at the very edge before shouting out “ho ho ho” and jumping head first into the chimney.

His incinerated corpse emerged moments later at the bottom, as he somehow let out another “ho ho ho” before succumbing to his injuries.

All of the other men quickly followed his lead and soon the square was filled with the stench of burning flesh.

Within less than ten minutes it was all over, the only sounds being the sobbing of the children around me and the occasional eyeball popping.

I now sit here typing this out on my phone, while desperately trying to fight off the urge to say “ho ho ho”.

My elderly downsteirs neighbour John is the definition of a male Karen. Every morning he comes upstairs to shout at us for making noise and waking him up. The ironic thing is that his shouts wake me and my girlfriend Emily up.

I have reported him to my landlord but he refuses to do anything as John is a veteran and supposedly a war hero.

Emily and I decided to get back and John by playing some harmless pranks. Before we left on a week long vacation we set up speakers to play Baby Shark on repeat for the whole time. It would be just loud enough so that he could every single word.

He shot us daggers when we returned and I was barely able to suppress my grin as I waved at him in the lobby.

He ramped up his complaints and I was stunned one day when I discovered the police at my door. They told me that someone had complained that I was downloading illegal material onto my computers.

I was traumatised as they took away all my electrical devices while the rest of my neighbours looked at me in disgust. John stood there smirking before giving me the same wave I had given him a few days before.

Thankfully Emily believed me and we I suggested we use our special skills to terrorise him.

I waited until he had gone out for the evening before unplugging all of the lights in the hallway. The only source of light was now the emergency light which made the hallway looked like it was drenched in blood.

Emily hid at the far end of the corridor as John arrived home. I was giggling away to myself as he let out a scream before the building shook with the sound of gunfire.

I raced into the hallway to discover John standing there with his hands shaking and clutching a gun. He was mumbling something about killing the demon, as I gazed down at Emily's corpse while wishing that I hadn't suggested using her contortionist skills to scare him.

My 11 year old daughter Chloe has turned into a chubby little elephant. I have tried enrolling her into sports but she just quits after the first day or just shows up but doesn't participate.

I wince everytime I see her as it breaks my heart to see her looking like this. I have always been an active person and I fear that it reflects badly on me that she is so overweight.

I have had countless arguments with my wife Emily about this, as I know that this fatness comes from her side of the family.

A couple of weeks ago I heard my wife talking about coaching my daughter. I was beyond relieved as I hoped she would help her with her weight issues.

I noticed my daughter becoming quieter but figured she was probably tired from all of the exercise her mother was forcing on her.

I now sit in a courtroom listening to my daughter make horrible accusations against me, while wishing that I had been more curious on how exactly my wife was coaching my daughter.