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Why Me?

A night to remember.

July 20th, 2020 by electrad
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Thoughts began to race around my mind, I’m begging them to slow down, but they won’t. I started gripping onto the edge of the seat to gain some kind of grounding. The waiting room is empty. My breaths were coming in gasps and I could feel my body barely coping. With my heart hammering against my chest, I shut my eyes and put my trembling hands over my
head. The room spins and I find myself curled up on the floor trying to make everything slow down to a pace my brain and body can cope with. It’s like there is a hurricane building up within my body. The more I try to supress it, the stronger it becomes. I tried to pull myself up onto the seat, but it felt like the ground was melting beneath my feet. With my...
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John Valasco

A conversation in a bar

June 9th, 2020 by Inane
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Off in a small mining town in California 1901, a certain drunkard could be found every afternoon between two pm and two am, in a barely standing saloon. The old man had silver hair, wrinkly skin, yellow teeth, a tattered cowboy hat, and crystal blue eyes.

The man never said a word before nine pm, every day, he'd sit in
silence sipping the same bottle of whiskey he ordered hours prior. If it hadn't been for his friendship with the owner, he would've been kicked out long ago. In the rare instances where he would speak while sober, a pile of pain could be heard in his voice. The only word I heard him say while sober was "another".
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Despite the man's ex...
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Door Keys

My first story here

People trust me with their door keys; they should not. I wouldn't trust myself with anything if I could choose but here we are. I got her keys a few months ago and I insisted that she should keep them, but no. “You are my best friend, I trust you with my life. Why can't you have my house keys? " she asked. Although that's true, we have been best friends
all my life, she still shouldn't trust me. I know it sounds strange, but everything seems to be strange right now and it's okay! I'm going to tell you why I think so, do you trust me?...
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The vision

The mystery of a young lady

May 2nd, 2020 by hamza
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Chp#2

Hamza had his first dream when he was 5-year-old. He was so afraid and depressed that he had to be taken for some counselling. But the dreams never stopped, and he made a pact with the dreams. He started to realize that these are not some normal dreams. He could see what others could never see. He had the vision. His counsellor dismissed it as bad
nightmares. He was on medication for a long time but still, the dreams kept on coming till he was 12 when he understood what those dreams were. One evening he was coming back from his friend's place when he saw some police cars in front of a house. He stopped over to see what had happened. He saw the police taking a middle-aged man in handcuffs. "What is hap...
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The Vision

The mystery of a young lady

May 2nd, 2020 by hamza
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Suddenly his eyes opened, and he found himself in the middle of a forest. It was a dark moonless night and he had no idea how he had reached there. He looked around and all he could see was trees and darkness. He could hear low shrieking sounds of different animals and some shining eyes behind the bushes. He knew he was trapped. He did not know
where to run. He tried to get up and found out that his legs were tied with the vines of the old trees around him. He could feel as if the trees were staring at him for disturbing their peace. The shrieking sound grew. He tried to release his legs from the strong clutches of the vines but the more he tried the more he was getting tangled in it. He could hear ...
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Danger, is near

Murder Mystery with Conner and Gavin

In a small neighborhood just outside of Memphis, Tennessee two teenagers were walking home from the Basketball Court. Conner and Gavin had been playing all day now that school was out for Spring Break. Just as the two boys parts was gun shots ring out in the night air. Conner hits the ground immediately, he has no idea where the shots came from. He lays
there and waits to see if there will be more shots or if he can get up. All of a sudden his phone vibrates, it's a text from Gavin, " Bro, did you hear that?!? the text read. Conner replied back, "Yea man but where did it come from? Where are you? Meet me in front of the old Johnson house." Conner pulls himself together and gets up, he still doesn't see anybod...
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how it all happened

school shooting

March 22nd, 2020 by samanthaisabbel
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I didn’t mean to kill them...

2 days before,
As my tears went down my face, I felt the burn of where my father hit me. I wish I had a better father. My mother passed when I was 8 and ever since my father always made sure I was the perfect daughter. But without a mother & only dad it was tough because I was an only child. I had very few friends but my
best & well only friend Blake was bullied. We had similar lives as if we were sisters. But the difference between us was that Blake always got bullied for almost all her life but we always had each other.

That afternoon I went to Blake’s house. I went up to her room & when I walked in it was cold. I felt the breeze of the air on my skin. The room was dar...
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Hold my hope

My murdered brothers last words: "Hold my hope."

March 18th, 2020 by Ansley5
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I opened my eyes. I told myself that it was a dream. and it was. but it was also terrifying. my brothers voice kept repeating "hold my hope, hold my hope." I never did know what he meant by that. As I poured myself a glass of water, I thought about that horrid night. he had been acting strange. hopeless and sad. then, at 11 o'clock at night, he shook me to
wake me up. then he looked me in the eye and told me to hold his hope. he sounded upset. even though he scared me, and I didn't know what he meant, I said okay. and then he left. the next day, we found him murdered with a note from someone called the hope stealer....
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My Name Is Worth Knowing

A Story Of Suicide

March 5th, 2020 by offcial_miya
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Every fiber in my body is falling apart, and I’m getting dizzy as the water starts to echo my lungs. I fight for air as thoughts race my unfaithful mind. “Will I make it?” My body starts to freeze and stiffin, and I wonder if I’m anywhere near the surface, but I wasn't. The water was no longer clear. Everything was black and quiet; I started to pray
in my head. “God please forgive me for my sins, for I have made many let this time of passing go with ease and let my famil-” I shut down, everything is blank, I think I’m dead.
My alarm goes off and as always I press snooze. Routinely, my mom comes in after my alarm goes off and wakes me up. I call her my second alarm, but her real name is Ashly. I...
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An Interruption

Exploration of Pain, Jouissance and Terror

February 6th, 2020 by vichitrabanda
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It's just as I am about to arrive.


A thrumming pain. It begins in the back of my skull. I imagine a little bit above where my brain stem is located. It sort of announces it’s coming abruptly. A splat. If I had to give it texture, it would be wet, like when you squeeze a balloon filled with water. But it stays. The pain stays. The wetness stays.
Rather than trickling down, it floats up, expanding its form to now engulf the entirety of my skull. Pain changes with the expansion. The thrumming eases into a monotonous beat, and the acicular pain moulds into flattened sheet, dousing my head in a pleasant warm shower. if pain had fingers, I imagine, that’s what a head- rush would feel like. Fingers that stop...
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The Stolen End-Chapter One

“You will experience the impossible.”

Chapter One
Freya
Looking back at the past two years, I now see just how broken I’ve been. With Rosa being gone, there isn’t much I want to do anymore.
I have friends, I have a boyfriend, but it doesn’t seem real anymore. It’s like I’m acting, playing my role, repeating my lines.
My half-sister, Rosa was my best friend since the day she was
born. When I was a year old I don’t remember much, but I do remember feeling alone all the time. When Rosa was born, there are pictures of how beautiful and fragile she was. From that day on I held myself responsible to protect her from anything that would hurt her.
But at the beginning of Rosa’s freshman year, she went missing and a search party was s...
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Misconstrued

Step back, things aren't what they first appear

January 19th, 2020 by DorothyBlue
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Sat perched upon his spot. His place. He thinks to himself, why? He doesn’t understand why his happened.
Did he do this? Did every step he take lead up to this? This isn’t my fault. He repeats this in his head.
Like a mantra. Over and over. Because he needs to remember the truth. His truth. He forgets a lot.
His mind tends to go from one thing to
another very fast. He didn’t see anything. Just heard the noise.
Who’s fault is this? He thinks. He must think harder. Go over the facts. Go through his memory of the actions leading unto this point. He has a small amount of time before they find him. He just wants to go over things in his head.
So when he does tell them he’ll say it in the right wa...
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i guess for the attention

my thoughts at 11:47pm

January 14th, 2020 by 2behonest
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today i asked myself, why i am acting like i always do. things like making drama or overreacting. the first time i asked myself this question were months ago and i guess today i found the answer.
its midnight and i am thinking about my friends and how my relation to them ended.

i've always had a really good relationship with all of them. everybody
talked to me and i saw that i was important to them. i dont really know when but one day i started realizing that maybe everything has changed without me noticing it.
i saw that i wasnt the good friend anymore but a good friend. there is a big difference between them. i used to get asked to go out or they asked me for advices and some things like that and no...
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Pride, Honour and Show-off

Favour and against of title

November 17th, 2019 by Pure9283
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As we all know that, in today society these are the prime and main factors to maintain the pride, honour and show-off. People name it status and all.The society perhaps respect the people with high honour. Some people show-off their status and however some don't. well, the main point I want to attract the attention of all readers towards like
love-marriage.
Yes, Love-marriage! As among readers parents and childrens are there so it will definitely be helpful for both type of people.
Well, basically nobody either girl or boy don't want to leave their family and run for a marriage only.
But as soon as family get to know about that their childrens likes some other person, they basically make their thought about ...
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Under the Neon Lights

Baby, I'll be the moster guarding your bed.

September 29th, 2019 by MrHedgehog
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It was one of the bad days.

No coffee at home, stacks of paperwork in the office and no coffee there either. Bakery across getting closed, getting splashed while waiting for the traffic light on the way from said bakery... And now this. Betrayed by a milkshake. Jason couldn't even tell the girl behind the counter that the pink abnormality wasn't his order
- she looked so haggard, almost pushing the cup in his hands and hurrying off to serve another customer, he didn't have a heart to tell her off.

So here he was now, sitting in his car outside Charlotte's, flashing pink and turquoise neon lights irritating his eyes, strawberry milkshake in one hand and his phone in another. The digital clock on the dashbo...
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Breathe (Prologue)

Like catwoman, but not.

It was way too hot for this. Despite it being night, it was still around 75 degrees outside. It made Madeline, who was used to the chilled nights of the upper US, uncomfortable. She was staked out by the corner of a jewelry store name Bronners', from the looks of its old timey interior and small size compared to traditional stores was family run. Which
mean't that with this heist, someone's livelihood was going to be damaged. It left a sour taste in her mouth. She never liked hitting family businesses. It felt too personal, too cruel.
But Anderson, her handler, didn't care.

On a small memo pad, she wrote down points of interest.
How the front door didn't shut completely. Their opening and closing hours, in...
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