Belle Cedergreen

“What He Did That Night” by Belle Cedergreen

Submitted to Contest #206

There’s two versions of what happened that night.  The first version, my loving fiance came back from work overseas to visit. We had dinner at my parents house and slept in the guest bedroom. We chatted with each other, kissing and cuddling, nothing happened that night. We fell asleep in each other's arms, my life staying in perfection.  The second version, my loving fiance came back from work overseas to visit. We had dinner at my parents house and slept in the guest bedroom. We chatted with each other, kissing and cuddling, nothi...

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“You'll Always be With Me” by Belle Cedergreen

Submitted to Contest #204

I rush into my apartment slamming my door shut, the dead bolt locking into place. pressing my head against the door I let out a sigh. “Holy fuck Annie what did you do?” I ask myself. I slide to the ground and rip my boots off. Like, what did I do way back then to piss off this guy so much? I haven’t gone by Annie since the 1800’s… “Ah! Maybe I robbed this guy?” I say out loud, springing up from my spot.No you Idiot! I hear a voice inside my head scream at me. I’ve been alive for like, 135 years and that’s never happened! ...

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“Not Much to do But Live” by Belle Cedergreen

The first time I saw her, I thought I was an angel. Only an angel could handle the sun. I was definitely put on this earth to help her.  “Ah! I’m so sorry!” Her groceries spilt all along the concrete, all for my eyes to see. The setting sun shadowed the rope and gasoline with a shallow pink. I bend down to help her, picking up the sharp kitchen knife and handing it to her.  “Cooking something?” I ask, trying to make eye contact, her hair blocking any hope to. I see her flinch before grabbing the knife and putting it back in the bag...

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“Her Ghost” by Belle Cedergreen

“You’ll never be content.”  Her sharp words echo in my head, the sharp sting of truth bleeds into my heart.  “I know, that’s why I’m here right now,” The clock ticks again, it feels like it gets louder and louder each time. The secretary continues to type as fast as before, used to people talking to themselves.  “An exorcism won’t do much of anything,” She leans on the side of the chair, leaning to look at my face. “Especially if you're the one that killed me,” She smiles wider than before, her dark eyes wrinkling. She never u...

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“Dinner in Dim Lighting ” by Belle Cedergreen

Submitted to Contest #100

TW: Abuse The silence that fills the dining room is unbearable. With the slight squeak of the chairs, the forks that scrape the plate slightly, the distant chewing at the end of the table, I can hear every sound. They're the only sounds that I can hear, the only sounds I seem to know nowadays. He’s mad. He won't even dare look at me, only staring at his own plate. He’s seated at the head of the table again, and I'm forced to sit at the other end. The table isn’t too long, but it’s long enough that our feet don’t touch, no physical contact th...

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