Write a story inspired by the saying “Revenge is a dish best served cold.”

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“Agnus Dei” by Elyse B. Wright

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“Heavenly Father,” a man’s voice rumbles, his sunken eyes rejecting the light. A glint bounces off the cold, hard steel around his neck. “Help the people of this earth by purging the sin from these demon’s minds.” I watch the cross’s glint, its ephemeral figure carving around the symbol’s four edges before wafting away as the man steps out of the window’s light. There is a clattering in the distance before he can carry on with his words. The man turns slowly, his eyes landing on a felled candelabrum. It lays helplessly on its side, wax pooli...

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“Shadows of the Game” by Lauren Elisiario

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The ballroom shimmered with golden light, casting soft reflections off the marble floors, as laughter and conversation flowed like champagne. Logan Montgomery stood at the center, surrounded by the fashion elite. Cameras flashed, capturing his every smirk as he fielded questions from eager reporters. His latest triumph—the gown behind him—was the star of the evening, the centerpiece of the newest Montgomery-Wilde collection.Except it wasn’t his creation.From a darkened corner, I watched, as a ghost in the crowd. This was how it always was—Lo...

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“The Virtue” by Dakota Dunston

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***TW*** gore, blood, m*der, trauma, drugs, abuse They used to tell me patience is a virtue. A virtue that should be practiced every second of every day. From the moment you open your eyes to the moment they close at night. From your first breath to your last wispy draw of air. And by they, I meant the Great Nuns of St.Petersburg’s Chapel. The Chapel is where many people- including myself- drew our first breaths, and even some drew their last; seeking peace with god. This chapel is the same place that I grew up in for eighteen years of ...

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“Bait and Switch” by Lawrence Cromwell

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BAIT AND SWITCH Jessy was on pins and needles as she anticipated the arrival of her ex-best friend from high school, whom she hadn't seen in almost a dozen years. She still wondered whether this meeting was a good idea or not. She knew that it would be awkward to meet Anna after their abrupt parting following their unfortunate encounter on the night of the Senior Prom. For over three years, until that night, the two had been almost inseparable, BFFs. When they met in the ninth grade, they had each transferred into Grant High School from dif...

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“The Heart of the Matter” by Janet Lorimer

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THE HEART OF THE MATTERBy Janet Lorimer When I was a kid, I never wanted to learn how to cook. Not even when I hit my teens. In my town that was what girls and women did, but I was a bit of a tomboy and all I wanted to do was hang out with my cousins and go to the funerals. Funerals were a big deal in my town. There were more of them than holidays. Most of the funerals were held for our menfolk, but a lot of those were because o...

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“One Week and Two Days” by Doruntina Juniku

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It’s been a week since my bother was murdered. For one week I’ve sat within the walls of this house. Time drags on for eternity. Seconds feel like minuets.Minuets feel like hours.Hours seem endless.Its around 3 am and my eyelids droop. I fight against my body to stay awake. Whenever I close my eyes, I see him. Eventually, giving in, my eyes drift shut but snap open again when I see my brother sitting in the chair across from me.“Jake?” I breath. Hey Isla. You look like you could use some sleep. His voice is so loud. It rings i...

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“Chill of the Unforgiven ” by Artie Pesto

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"I am a very patient woman; but that could go either way," she said with a sneer. "Unfortunately for you, my patience has not gone in a pleasant direction. Not in the slightest." she turned and paced back and forth, with an unforgiving air about her, whilst her dark robe fanned all around her feet, giving her a mysterious air. "Please-please, Pandora!" cried the small man tied to a chair, stopping her pacing. “I see you somehow got rid of your gag. All the better.” Pandora remarked nonchalantly. “I was going to hu...

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“A Taste For Revenge” by Jewel Storm

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The wind howled outside like a banshee, its icy fingers curling around the worn cabin walls. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasting meat and bubbling broth. Alma stirred the pot, her wooden spoon scraping against the sides with a soft clink, echoing secrets in the silence. Shadows danced under flickering candlelight, whispering tales of vengeance as she prepared the feast.“Tonight, they’ll come,” Alma murmured to herself, a sly smile curling her lips. “They’ll come for what they think is a feast, but it will be their final supp...

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“Blindly” by Iva Burova

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18:30.The freshly born clouds gathered and became extensions of the pale gray buildings, promising a white evening.I was observing the building and forging my plan.Entering the apartment on the fifth floor through the window was impossible. I had to wait for him to come out and do it the usual way.I waited.18:33.In a patch of street light, three women were obsessing over a baby that resembled a de-feathered chicken rather than a human being.What is all the adoration about? Small limbs and big eyes trigger a neurobiological response in humans...

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“A Recipe for Revenge” by Brian Webb

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After making final arrangements for his father’s funeral, Lucas left the undertakers and headed back to the apothecary shop. Amphoras had passed away in his sleep the night before, following a long illness. On returning to the shop, Lucas pulled up a stool at the mixing table. With shaking hands, he broke the wax seals and loosened the ribbons securing two small scrolls of parchment he had found on Amphoras’ bedside table that morning. Sunlight filtering through the dusty windowpane over his shoulder revealed the un...

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“In His Eyes” by Montrell Burke

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CW: sexual content, physical violence, drink spiking, suicide reference I've been cheating on my wife for around six months now. Emma and I have been together for two years, married for about ten months. She's a wonderful wife, she does a fantastic job of taking care of me. Emma is also pregnant, she's around three or four months along. This will be our first kid and I'm pretty excited, but the pregnancy has been impacting her very negatively. She's sick almost constantly to the point where she's had to quit her job. She's been super irritab...

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“Winter's Revenge” by Reese Rehbein

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Winter's Revenge The morning light crept through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the worn wooden table where Emma and Ryan sat, their mugs of coffee steaming gently. The kitchen, with its cracked tiles and shelves cluttered with mismatched jars, was a familiar place for both of them, a sanctuary where countless conversations had unfolded. But today, the air felt different, as if something unsaid hung between them. Emma stirred her coffee absentmindedly, her eyes focused on a tattered, leather-bound cookbook in front of her. I...

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“The Woodland Stranger” by Emily Morgan

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Lydia looked out across the lake, sketchbook balancing on her lap and grasping the gold necklace draped around her neck. She often found creative inspiration while holding the heirloom handed down by her mother. The cold, heavy accessory kept her calm and was oftentimes a source of peace from her tumultuous thoughts. The day was sunny and perfectly balanced, the slight breeze keeping the air from becoming uncomfortably warm and dissipating any hint of irritation before it could take root. Lydia looked down at the undeveloped lines runn...

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“I am not a psychopath, I promise ” by Vindya Amara-singhe

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Possible sensitive topics: potential crime committed by a minor, potential physical harm on others, poisoning I am not a psychopath, I promise.Do you know what the most important element in proving someone’s guilt in a crime? It is the motive. Without a motive and without direct evidence it’s impossible to prove a person’s guilt. And that’s what I plan to commit, a crime without a motive, the perfect crime. Now you may ask why I would do this. Am I a psychopath? No, I am not. I am a revenge artist. Outwardly, I am a quie...

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“Love Thy Sister” by Beka B

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Cameron loved having a sister. Cameron could borrow literally anything from her. Her own lunch pail too dirty to use for school? Yoink! She’d sling her sister’s lunch bag over her shoulder and head out the door. Her pencils looking a little dull? Swipe! Out of her sister’s hand and into her own, that’s the way it always was. ‘Course, she’d always return the stuff she took. She wasn’t no thief. Might not be in the same condition she borrowed it in, though. But battered, tattered, torn, or worn? Didn’t matter. Cameron would hand the item back ...

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Write a story inspired by the saying “Revenge is a dish best served cold.”

Submissions are closed

✍️ 59 stories

“Agnus Dei” by Elyse B. Wright

“Shadows of the Game” by Lauren Elisiario

“The Virtue” by Dakota Dunston

“Bait and Switch” by Lawrence Cromwell

“The Heart of the Matter” by Janet Lorimer

“One Week and Two Days” by Doruntina Juniku

“Chill of the Unforgiven ” by Artie Pesto

“A Taste For Revenge” by Jewel Storm

“Blindly” by Iva Burova

“A Recipe for Revenge” by Brian Webb

“In His Eyes” by Montrell Burke

“Winter's Revenge” by Reese Rehbein

“The Woodland Stranger” by Emily Morgan

“I am not a psychopath, I promise ” by Vindya Amara-singhe

“Love Thy Sister” by Beka B

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