Abby Christine

“The Gray Brittle Life” by Abby Christine

Submitted to Contest #68

Dear Diary, This morning I was watching the sunrise and listening to the news, with a cool November breeze running chills up my back. When you're raised by that “zen” mom, you know to meditate, enjoy the little things and nature, and to trust your gut because it knows best. I stopped thinking this way of thinking was weird, like, when I was 10. Anyway, I was listening to the news and it was some medical thing that was affecting a bunch of animals and causing rabies. Something felt… wrong.  A clip of a woman having an over-the-phone in...

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“Poor Unfortunate Souls” by Abby Christine

Submitted to Contest #67

My good ól golden scripts, A story never told, Captain Gold's the name. Was me name. All after my good ól golden teeth, as well as all my ól golden accessories. Rings and chains all taken from my victims. That is how any ó me mates have any respect for me. That is how any ól pirate would get any reputation. Now, I know you have most likely already heard of me, The terrifying and amazing Captain Gold, but there's no reason to be all afraid, I am not all dat bad. Listen to me story dat no one knows, the story dat U was to never share, from t...

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“Flame” by Abby Christine

[This is poetry, I know it can not win in a story contest, but this is my style. Enjoy! Tell me if you like! Also, this poem is not a romance, though it does include love, but not romance. Also, if you are weary of death/suicide, do not read this. As simple as it is, at the end, there is a slight reference.] A red room No windows Smoke Suffocates Find a window Find a window I need to crawl But she needs to come What do I do? For my loved one? My daughter, the only piece of her mother still here is being gobbled up with fire Leaving me in f...

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“Supposed to Be” by Abby Christine

Submitted to Contest #58

When you first see the love of your life, you are supposed to have a fluttering heart that is beating like a drum, and you are supposed to lock eyes and everything goes in slow motion. However, that’s not what happened when she walked into class on the third of September, late and brand new. “Okay students, please turn to page 56-” Mrs. Kiamble cuts off. I can tell no one else knows why she cuts off by the confused faces and glances around. We find out why a moment later.  I am supposed to say how the most beautiful girl walked throug...

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“Murderer?” by Abby Christine

Submitted to Contest #44

I am a murderer. More specifically, a serial killer.Yes, yes, I know what you are thinking. Why am I telling you this? Are you serious? A killer?Well, let me tell my story before you judge me too much.Let’s get the facts straight. My name is Jade Valerie. I am 17 years old and in my senior year of high school. My mother is in an asylum, My father was a murderer and is now dead, and I have no siblings. A have a long, winding background that is absolutely none of your business, and I know that this story is none of your business either.The sto...

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