Brielle Walters

“Roaring Gale” by Brielle Walters

Submitted to Contest #240

The breeze brushed against Grace’s skin with the gentleness of a feather duster. Her hand was resting on the knob of her front door as she looked up to the clear sky. At first, Grace mused about mundane things. Things like what to make for dinner for her and her boyfriend, Christian. But now, she felt uneasy. That unease worsened when she looked behind her. In the distance, dark clouds crawled along the sky like a predator. A storm was coming, but Grace pushed the warning signs away. Her instincts blared alarms through her body, but the onco...

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“Missing Death” by Brielle Walters

An alarm rang throughout the small room, waking the young man on the bed next to it with his covers thrown off. With his eyes closed, he lifted his tanned arm and slapped the snooze button, stopping the ear-splitting sound. His arm dropped back down with his fingers brushing the chocolate-colored, hardwood floor. When his alarm sounded again five minutes later, the man remained still. The alarm eventually stopped,...

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“Leave Nothing, No Exception” by Brielle Walters

‘I can’t believe I have to do this so late at night. Why did I have to clean my room so late?’ Dawn, an older teenage girl, thought as she looked up at the night sky with her brand new, silver telescope. ‘Come on, give me something, anything. I have to get up early tomorrow.’ Dawn continued to look at the stars, trying to find the one she wanted to study for the Science project that she had to turn in, in two da...

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“Sacrifice” by Brielle Walters

Submitted to Contest #117

(Warning: Character Death!) I don’t know where I am. One moment I’m walking home from school and the next I find myself here. I am tied to an old, wooden chair in a room I can't see far in. The room is dark, but there is little light coming from the red candles that are placed around me in a circle. The stone floor is cold to the touch, telling me I’m wearing nothing on my feet. My favo...

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“First Day” by Brielle Walters

‘This is my worst nightmare…’ Kindle, a young, 10-year-old boy with light brown hair, brown eyes, and peach skin thought to himself. He was standing in front of his new school, but he had forgotten his backpack. He swore he brought it with him. ‘Maybe it’s still on the bus?’ he questioned nervously. He knew he had to go into the building, but what was he supposed to write on or write with? He d...

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“World Born” by Brielle Walters

James, a 17-year-old teen with caramel brown hair and hazel eyes, was walking back to the orphanage he grew up in all his life from school. He didn’t really want to go back, but luckily his birthday was tomorrow, so he didn’t have to wait much longer. Soon he’ll be out on his own. He had everything planned out. He found an apartment on the other side of town and a job close by to that apartment. It wasn’t the gr...

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“The Cult” by Brielle Walters

Submitted to Contest #105

“HELP! Someone help me!” “Sarah! Don’t worry, I’m coming!” “There is nothing you can do, boy! The ritual is complete! He will come to save us all!” “No, STOP! Vincent, help!” “Feast of this child, my lord, and bring us salvation!” “NO, DON’T DO IT! SARAH!” “Sarah!” I shot up while calling the name of the little girl I was tryi...

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“Pretend” by Brielle Walters

Submitted to Contest #104

Dear journal, So, this was not my idea - to write in a journal I mean. I’m prone to panic attacks and the doctors told me to give this a try, so here I am. School is great, but I don’t feel like I belong there. Everyone is outgoing, wanting to have fun, not scared of anything. Why can’t I be more like that? I’m the only shy one in the whole school, but no one knows and I would like to ...

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“Old Wounds Reopened” by Brielle Walters

Submitted to Contest #104

A young adult was sitting at his desk with a pen in hand and a notebook laid out in front of him. He stared at the page that only had a few words on it. He read it over and over again, but nothing else seemed to come to him. What else could he put in this part of his story? He was still thinking when he heard his bedroom door open with a bang, making him jump and almost fall out of his chair. “Noah! I just ...

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“Ride of My Life” by Brielle Walters

Submitted to Contest #104

A young woman was sitting on the couch reading a book, or trying to at least. She threw her short, brown hair-covered head back and dropped the book down on her lap with a frustrated groan. “I’m so bored!” she whined. She laid there on the black couch for a couple of seconds before marking her place in her book. She looked over at the TV, but even that didn’t seem appealing to her. She rolled her head to ga...

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“He Will Come Back” by Brielle Walters

Submitted to Contest #103

A loud alarm startled her awake. She got up slowly, still not fully awake, and removed her pink covers. Her legs swung over the side of the bed, but she didn’t move to get up yet. She instead reached out for her screaming phone on her nightstand. She grabbed the phone and cut off the alarm. That was when she noticed the time - it was 7:30 AM. Her eyes widened; she slept in. Now fully awake, she got up out of bed l...

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