Charie Pinemiss

“Abnormality” by Charie Pinemiss

Submitted to Contest #101

TW: Child Abandonment, Child Kidnapping , Mild use of socially unacceptable language, Death"Okay, Pumpkin, try again.""Like this?""Just like that."McMullen ResidenceDarla: Age 71989-07-03"Peach and Pumpkin, the dynamic crime duo rob the bank! What is the world going to do now? Oh, but wait! A hero has arrived! Waffles!""Darla! Your dinner's ready!" Darla's mother called from the door."Mom! Five more minutes?" Darla really wasn't a child that was ready to do anything but live in her perfect imaginary worlds. Ones where daddies stayed to watch...

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“Wraparound” by Charie Pinemiss

TW: Swearing, Major Character Death, Suicidal IdeationWe did it again.Are we safe this time?No."Perseverance. That's all he said that it'd take. I think that he was a tad wrong with his observation with you though, since you seem like you aren't even trying to live past this sentence!""Like I'm not fucking trying to stay alive!"The profanity was like a slap in the face at the same time as a jaw-drop. She never swears. She never swears. That's Mark's thing. She never swears."Language, mother.""Fuck you!" The strain of the magic seemed to be t...

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“Dinner Date Dysphoria” by Charie Pinemiss

Submitted to Contest #100

TW: Suicidal Ideation, Suicide AttemptNothing ever goes right.Is this normal?It's normal for me.*****I walked to the door of my house. Nothing even makes sense to me anymore. Why would this attractive white boy even want to have a date with me? At my house? I'm black. Very black. And ugly. And worthless. And nothing. I'm nothing.He's knocking on the door.Just to be nice to me.He just wants to have fun with you.No, he doesn't. Nobody would.Just give him a chance.I needed to open the door or I would seem rude. I didn't want to give this man an...

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“Fearful Thinking” by Charie Pinemiss

Submitted to Contest #99

I know what you're thinking.Oh, it's so dumb to be afraid of the sunsets, aren't those supposed to be pretty or something?No. No they're not.Not here anyway.Farstan was watching the sunset with trepidation. I couldn't blame him, we'd been running from them for so long now that I can hardly remember what we're running from. Phantoms. Zombies. Skeletons. In short, the undead. The undead of our population from hundreds of years ago.The human race has barely survived for this long. Parents never take care of children longer than they need to bec...

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“When the Going Gets Rough” by Charie Pinemiss

Submitted to Contest #98

TW: suicide I want to go back. I need to go back. I can never go back.   I wake up again, just like any other day. Except it's not. It shouldn't be, but it's not. Nobody else remembers, not a soul. That should be a good thing. It's not. It doesn't help me.   Even when I make progress, everything resets. Everyone forgets. What's the point? I don't get it? Why do I. Even. Care. Because it's important. It's important and I hate it. I need to go back. But I can't. Not yet, anyway. Might as well accept it. Why can't I accept it? It woul...

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“Monophobia” by Charie Pinemiss

Submitted to Contest #97

Being alone makes you incredibly anxious. Especially when it's dark. And there's someone out your office window. This man didn't seem quite right. He didn't move, he didn't speak. He just stood there and stared. He seemed to stare into your very soul. You decide that it's probably time to call a friend by now, so you take your eyes off of the man in the window for a split second to locate your phone. There is a knock. The knock is on your window. The man is smiling now, but he still does not move. Just smiles from a distance at you thro...

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“Pain & Panic” by Charie Pinemiss

Stumbling, in pain, blacking out. I can't feel my legs. I can't feel my face. I can't feel anything at all. But this is normal. This is normal, this is safe. But the light looks warm enough to fix me. But I thought I was broken? Can the warm light fix me? I have my doubts. Would it hurt to try? It could. But it could be worth it. Should I try? Perhaps. Would it be smart? Not really. Would the light welcome me? Probably not. But. But the light is there for a reason, yes? The burnt orange is tempting, yes? I should try? Yes? But walking hurts....

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“Lost” by Charie Pinemiss

Submitted to Contest #96

May 18, 1984, 4:39 AM Stafford Mansion The Stafford Mansion was quiet and dark. Peaceful, even. The guest room hadn't been touched for 18 years, if the thin layer of dust over everything inside wasn't any indication. That was mostly because the Staffords didn't have guests over very often. The only reason that they would ever use the guest room would be because of their little 12-year old daughter, Estelle. Estelle loved to have friends over, but they never got to stay the night. It's not like they ever wanted to either. The Stafford Man...

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“Dinner Rush” by Charie Pinemiss

Submitted to Contest #81

This, needless to say, was a disaster. The pot of duck that I was trying to cook was boiling over, the duck sauce was burning, the herbs had fallen into the fire, the butter was rancid, and the oven wasn't working. I had failed at my task. It started out fine, with the table getting set up, and all the red and gold decorations. Then I needed to actually cook the dinner, which was when everything started tumbling down the hillside. Nothing at all could possibly save this caramelized, undercooked mess of meat and duck sauce. The only thing...

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