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Submitted to Contest #277
*The Warehouse* Autumn's resolve crumbled. "Okay," Autumn whispered. Neisha smiled. "Good choice, baby girl." A masked figure handed Autumn a black mask. "Put it on," Neisha instructed. Autumn donned the mask, her heart racing. Neisha led her to a dimly lit room. Pam, gagged and bound, lay on the floor. Cameras surrounded her. "Fight or kill," Neisha whispered. "Your choice." Autumn's eyes locked onto Pam. Memories flooded her mind. Ryder's betrayal. Pam's taunts. The school fight. Autumn's fists clenched. She knelt beside Pam. Pam's eyes pl...
Submitted to Contest #275
I still wander through memories of that fateful morning, reliving the moments that stole my breath away. Literally. I was 25, vibrant and full of life, cooking breakfast in my kitchen, for my girls, when a sharp pain pierced my chest intermittently, but I didn’t think much of it until I fainted. --Awakening to Fear-- My eyes fluttered open to frantic movements around me. I was being rolled into surgery quickly, scared and going in and out of consciousness. A doctor’s urgent voice echoed, “Tear in the aorta...we need to fix it.” Fear gripped ...
Submitted to Contest #274
Amelia's world shattered like delicate glass, pierced by the jagged shards of Shawn's infidelity. Six months ago, her life was a vibrant tapestry, woven with love, trust, and laughter. She and Shawn shared seven blissful years, building memories, forging an unbreakable bond – or so she thought. Jill, Shawn's best friend, was a constant presence, welcomed into their home, their lives. Amelia never suspected the serpent lurking beneath the surface. The text messages exposed the truth: Shawn's betrayal, Jill's deceit. Three agonizing days passe...
Submitted to Contest #273
Monica stared at her reflection, the ticking clock echoing in her mind. Ten years with David, and still, no baby. Her 36th birthday loomed, and with it, dwindling hopes.One evening, over coffee, Monica confided in Christine, her best friend since college."I'm running out of time, Christine. What if it's not meant to be?"Christine listened attentively, her expression sympathetic."Have you considered...other options?" Christine asked, her voice hushed.Monica raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"Christine leaned in. "Maybe David's the issue. Y...
--- Kim's eyes scanned the grocery store, her heart heavy with secrets. She had been following Vincent for weeks, uncovering lies that shattered their relationship. Six months ago, Kim met Vincent at a coffee shop. Charismatic and charming, he swept her off her feet. Their whirlwind romance left her breathless. Vincent spoke of a difficult past, claiming to be a widower with no children. Kim's empathetic nature drew her to him, and she offered comfort. As their relationship deepened, Kim noticed inconsistencies in Vincent's stories. At first...
Submitted to Contest #272
Emily, trapped in an abusive relationship with Ryan, discovers his darkest secret: a gruesome chamber beneath their home. Desperate, she flees, navigating treacherous terrain and evading Ryan's traps. But Ryan, driven by obsession, hunts her down. As Emily runs, cryptic messages from an unknown number hint at Ryan's true nature. She uncovers his link to an ancient cult, and fragmented memories of her past suggest a connection to Ryan's darkness. A mysterious figure aids or hinders her escape, their intentions unclear. Ryan's journal entries ...
The whispers started on a stormy night, echoing through John's empty mansion like a chilling warning: "You can't bury the past forever." John's eyes adjusted to the darkness, but the shadows seemed to writhe like living things. His granddaughter, Rachel, had insisted on staying with him during the winter storm, and he was grateful for her company. As the howling wind rattled the windows, Rachel checked the fireplace, ensuring the flames danced warmly. "Grandpa, do you need anything?" she asked, concern etched on her face. John smiled weakly....
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