<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:googleplay="http://www.google.com/schemas/play-podcasts/1.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[B. R. Potter: Two Sentence Screams ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Two sentences. Short, sweet, and terrifying tales; easily digestible, just like the flesh we all enjoy. ]]></description><link>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/s/two-sentence-screams</link><image><url>https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!z1Tb!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fac956281-a7c4-4f86-b1c7-182fce72198f_718x718.jpeg</url><title>B. R. Potter: Two Sentence Screams </title><link>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/s/two-sentence-screams</link></image><generator>Substack</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 17:36:56 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.brpotterhorror.com/feed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><copyright><![CDATA[B. R. Potter]]></copyright><language><![CDATA[en]]></language><webMaster><![CDATA[brpotterhorror@substack.com]]></webMaster><itunes:owner><itunes:email><![CDATA[brpotterhorror@substack.com]]></itunes:email><itunes:name><![CDATA[B. R. Potter Horror]]></itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author><![CDATA[B. R. Potter Horror]]></itunes:author><googleplay:owner><![CDATA[brpotterhorror@substack.com]]></googleplay:owner><googleplay:email><![CDATA[brpotterhorror@substack.com]]></googleplay:email><googleplay:author><![CDATA[B. R. Potter Horror]]></googleplay:author><itunes:block><![CDATA[Yes]]></itunes:block><item><title><![CDATA[The Vice]]></title><description><![CDATA[The vice tightened around his skull, his screams harmonized with every single twist, and I reveled in ecstasy of tormenting my victim until I glanced down and saw my own hands bound to the chair.]]></description><link>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/the-vice</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/the-vice</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[B. R. Potter Horror]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2026 11:36:05 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!z1Tb!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fac956281-a7c4-4f86-b1c7-182fce72198f_718x718.jpeg" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The vice tightened around his skull, his screams harmonized with every single twist, and I reveled in ecstasy of tormenting my victim until I glanced down and saw my own hands bound to the chair. The torturer's face that twisted with glee was my own reflection, and I was forever trapped in a cycle of self punishment. </p><p>[<em>Copyright &#169; 2026 by B.R. Potter. All rights reserved.]</em></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Silenced]]></title><description><![CDATA[The children I looked after cried once again as hard as a hammer upon my mind.]]></description><link>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/silenced</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/silenced</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[B. R. Potter Horror]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2026 15:02:46 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!z1Tb!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fac956281-a7c4-4f86-b1c7-182fce72198f_718x718.jpeg" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The children I looked after cried once again as hard as a hammer upon my mind. Their cries still haunt me even after I silenced them. </p><p>[<em>Copyright &#169; 2026 by B.R. Potter. All rights reserved.]</em></p><p></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Smile]]></title><description><![CDATA[I gazed into the mirror, and saw my own face being consumed by the smiling mouth that had been surgically attached to my stomach, its lips stitching into my skin as it fed on my intestines and screamed with an otherworldly hunger.]]></description><link>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/smile</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/smile</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[B. R. Potter Horror]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2026 12:17:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!z1Tb!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fac956281-a7c4-4f86-b1c7-182fce72198f_718x718.jpeg" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I gazed into the mirror, and saw my own face being consumed by the smiling mouth that had been surgically attached to my stomach, its lips stitching into my skin as it fed on my intestines and screamed with an otherworldly hunger. When the mouth finally burst open, it vomited forth a torrent of blood, teeth, and torn memories, and I realized I was now the feast, forever devouring my own sanity.</p><p>[<em>Copyright &#169; 2026 by B.R. Potter. All rights reserved.]</em></p><p></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Face-Lift]]></title><description><![CDATA[The anesthetic wore off just in time for me to watch him peel the skin from my face as he hummed a happy tune.]]></description><link>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/the-face-lift</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/the-face-lift</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[B. R. Potter Horror]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2026 14:29:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!z1Tb!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fac956281-a7c4-4f86-b1c7-182fce72198f_718x718.jpeg" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The anesthetic wore off just in time for me to watch him peel the skin from my face as he hummed a happy tune. He leaned in to kiss my exposed facial muscles and whispered that my screams were the only music these lonely walls had ever heard.</p><p><em>[Copyright &#169; 2026 by B.R. Potter. All rights reserved.]</em></p><p></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Trapped Inside]]></title><description><![CDATA[I screamed until my mental throat was raw as they wept over my bed, begging them to see the flicker of my soul behind these frozen eyes.]]></description><link>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/trapped-inside</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/trapped-inside</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[B. R. Potter Horror]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2026 17:02:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!z1Tb!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fac956281-a7c4-4f86-b1c7-182fce72198f_718x718.jpeg" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I screamed until my mental throat was raw as they wept over my bed, begging them to see the flicker of my soul behind these frozen eyes. But as the doctor&#8217;s hand reached for the plug, I realized the steady beep of the monitor was the only voice I had left, and it was flatlining.</p><p>[<em>Copyright &#169; 2026 by B.R. Potter. All rights reserved.</em>]</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Born]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I gave birth to the creature, its eyes locked with mine, and I knew I was the one who had been gestating in its womb for nine months.]]></description><link>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/the-born</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/the-born</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[B. R. Potter Horror]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2026 16:49:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!z1Tb!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fac956281-a7c4-4f86-b1c7-182fce72198f_718x718.jpeg" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I gave birth to the creature, its eyes locked with mine, and I knew I was the one who had been gestating in its womb for nine months. Now, it's my turn to be nurtured, and I can feel its tiny fingers crawling up my throat to silence my screams.</p><p><em>[Copyright &#169; 2026 by B.R. Potter. All rights reserved.]</em></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Stop]]></title><description><![CDATA[Please stop, I cried.]]></description><link>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/stop</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/stop</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[B. R. Potter Horror]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2026 13:39:34 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!z1Tb!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fac956281-a7c4-4f86-b1c7-182fce72198f_718x718.jpeg" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Please stop, I cried. He then put the knife inside me without feeling, without remorse, without humanity until he split me in two. </p><p>[<em>Copyright &#169; 2026 by B.R. Potter. All rights reserved.</em>]</p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>