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Write about someone whose job is to help people leave their old lives behind.

Posted in Adults on Oct 26, 2022

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Who she used to be

Submitted to Contest #75

Begin audio log:Do you remember the creepy and weird things little kids would always tell you? It would be quite random mostly, sometimes they'd just go and say, "I don't like the water mommy, last time I went in there I died."Or uh something like, "Oh-oh daddy I was in that thing and I died, it was terrifying!" Just anything really anything that would make you get a little nervous and have some goosebumps.Though every time they said it, or at least a lot of the times, the parents or really anyone who was around would never believe them sinc...

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The Collector (Inspired by Dostoyevsky)

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Submitted to Contest #75

Five months had passed, and it was time to become a new person. It was a dark evening, the clouds foreshadowing the night to come. A horrible smell arose from the vents, something of a mix between rotting marrow and sewer gunk. A man, his brown bowler hat tipping to the right, was the only moving being at that time of night. Everyone else was either inside or unconscious.The man, a lean shadow of sorts, seemed to blend in with the black tar of the streets. He wasn't trying to, for why should he? Still, the man was slick as oil, melting into ...

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Crown of Death

Submitted to Contest #75

*Nainika's Note* HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! WHOOOOO :) My first story of 2021, and here's to many, many more!!! Enjoy :DMany say that when you die, you will meet a robed skeleton holding a scythe. Some say you go to Heaven or Hell. Some say that you are reincarnated. Some say you turn into a ghost, while some say you sleep for eternity.But the truth is, Death is just a figure. A soul. A mystery. I appear to people in their final moments, looking like whatever they believe Death looks like. To those who don’t believe in me, I’m invisible. Just a force...

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Lucid_Dre@mer_: Ashwin and the Lightbringer

Submitted to Contest #75

Amara walked to the mirror on her wall. She was the same girl-- violet headphones, messy blue hair, a white-with-salmon-stripes men’s t-shirt that she was wearing as a tunic with jeggings, high-tops on her feet. The only sign of the adventure was the green symbol on the underside of her wrist-- a longsword, or some kind of fantasy-looking sword drawn in a few minimalist lines. Amara sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. She knew that if she told her mom, she would think she was crazy and take her to a doctor. If she tol...

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A Wicked Plan

Submitted to Contest #75

A Wicked Plan“Hans, you pesky mongrel, don’t you remember what I told you last night? I need help with my potions and need you to collect an ingredient from the backyard, in my garden.” Olga the witch warned him evilly grinning.   “I—I forgot, ok! How can you expect me to remember every single thing you tell me to do! Last night itself you told me a million things to do. You just don’t get it, do you, Olga?” Hans asked, scoffing.  “Oh boy. How many times do I have to remind you to call me Aunt Olg...

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Celena

Submitted to Contest #75

Seth stared at Conan standing in the corner of his office, mumbling to himself.  Conan walked over to the desk Seth stood in front of and straightened out a stack of papers. “I’m sending you on this new project because I know that you are capable of completing it.” Conan started, his voice scratchy and intimidating as ever.   “Your job is unique, yes. But crucial. And we both know that.” Seth nodded and sucked in a sharp breath, the nerves rising in his throat.  Conan handed him the papers and Seth’s eyes jumped around th...

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Too Close To Home

Submitted to Contest #75

  I was walking towards the low-roofed adult home, it was just to my left. The wind brushed past my face with a nonchalant whisk, as if questioning my presence in such a rough neighborhood. It was cold, but not bad enough to prevent a midnight excursion. The hour long walk had put my hands to sleep, but my curiosity was awake as ever. Like a high school reunion - terrifying but necessary - there was something about my childhood block that called for an overdue rendezvous.    I glanced at the grass on the sidewalk's edge where ...

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Pride and Joy

Submitted to Contest #75

Trigger warning: description of sexual assault I press the buzzer, hoping that the light outside the door works. Thankfully, it appears that it does still work, as my next patient walks in, his eyes looking down. Wearing a black hoodie with the hood up, covering most of his face, he shuffles slowly towards me and stops awkwardly. “Hey,” I say, smiling at him kindly, although his eyes are focused on the tips of his sneakers.“I’m Dr Ellman. What’s your name, honey?"“Don’t ‘honey’ me. I know you don’t even give a crap about me, so don’t pretend...

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The Waiting

Shortlisted for Contest #75 ⭐️

(Trigger warning: Substance abuse, domestic violence)It reminded me of one of the times I went to rehab. She was an older woman. Her face was creased in places that indicated she had a low bullshit threshold. My dumb questions were answered in a hard, clear voice. She wore a navy blue kimono, her blonde and grey hair tied in a low bun. The gold engraved nametag on her chest read 'Maricourt'. We sat in a thoughtfully designed room. Scandinavian aesthetic. Minimal. Not unlike a hotel room. The walls were cream coloured. The soft...

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Believer

Submitted to Contest #75

I ran through the forest, enjoying the fresh mountain air. I felt the warm sun melt on me, on this summer day. I looked behind me, to see my dog running after me. He stopped where I did, his tongue lolling, asking for water, the source of life. We are almost there, boy, I tell him. We walked in silence, his tongue still bouncing as he went. We think about our life thus far, happy and full of good times. Nothing left to lose, except each other, and our past. We continue, down a beaten, worn path that most locals like us use to get to the rive...

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Why do you love me?☠️

Submitted to Contest #75

A second part for my story Dead End. Ari's first mission. You should probably read the first part.ARI'S POV:Room 101, The paper reads. Jonathan Micheals.This is my first job.I scan the page. I’m wearing a white cloak, with the hood over my head. Luke said that white means you haven't been put into a color yet."You've got this." Celeste says. "Just help him move on."I nod. "Wish me luck.""You don't need it." Iris says.I don't know about that. I've only been training for a week. So this could go badly. Still, I walk into the hospital.When I’m ...

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Blue Violets

Submitted to Contest #75

***Not exactly a trigger warning but there’s some talk of religion if you don’t like that.*** “Stars will blossom in the darkness, violets bloom beneath the snow.” It was dark and lonely behind the gates of hell. A youngish man with a maniacal grin stood behind an old wooden table stretched along a dreary path, smoke coming to and fro from behind the table until it floated back into the air, more gaseous soot returning from below.  This man was Charon, the ferryman of the underworld. The closest thing the Greeks had to a grim reap...

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In the Rearview Mirror

Submitted to Contest #75

“Two bedrooms, two bathrooms.”  Brian gestured down the hallway like he had many times before, but this time, he knew the walls were listening with their pierced ears. His client massaged her floral handkerchief between dough-soft thumbs.  “1,400 square feet.”  She ran her free hand along the walls and noticed they felt like peeling bark during a heatwave. Her fingers dipped into every dent and slipped along every curve.  “In a nice neighborhood. It seems perfect for you,” Brian admitted, tapping his short nails again...

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Criminal

Submitted to Contest #75

“You got it?”“Here.” He picks up the heavy briefcase and passes it to me.“Showtime.” I declare.The train halts to a stop and we both get off. We head up the stairs and onto a windy sidewalk.“Which one?” I ask, peering at the neighborhood in front of me.”That one.” My partner says, pointing at a solid, Victorian brownstone just off to the side.“That’s a rich family.” I tell him as we both make our way onto their sidewalk.“Sure is. Now like you told me, its showtime.”“Mmm-hmm.” I smile.My partner knocks on the wooden door and waits. After a wh...

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The Devil’s in the Details

Shortlisted for Contest #75 ⭐️

Danny V. Luce sits back in his sleek, leather chair and kicks his feet up on his desk like the world is a pea-sized speck in the middle of it and he’s here for its reckoning.“Look, Darlene. I know this is how you’re used to doing things, but you’ve just gotta let it go.”He’s actually here for my reckoning. I keep forgetting — that’s what happens when you come out from a minor car accident with major head trauma.“Mr. Lewis—”“Luce.” He corrects me quickly, as though he expects the slip.“Mr. Luce.” I blink, wondering how I forgot that already. ...

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