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Submitted to Contest #68
“I’m guilty. It was me. It was all me, and I was too scared to tell anyone.” “Bryan, what did you do?” “I killed him. I’m so sorry Pearl. I didn’t mean to, but I pushed him. I thought that we were on the second floor. You have to believe me. I was out of my mind.” Bryan sounds frantic. I had just walked into Bryan’s dorm room, and I was terrified. “Okay, Bryan, I hear what you’re saying. Tell me exactly what happened so that maybe I can help you.” “He woke me up. The masked man woke me up, and I was scared. I th...
Tim and Andrew were sitting on the dock watching the sun come up after another long night of preparations. They knew that this was necessary even though it felt tedious every month. No matter how much Andrew hated it, Tim never complained. He was always such a good sport. “Today’s the last day of the month, Tim. Are you sure you’re ready for this?” “It’s the same answer I give you every month. I will always be ready because we don’t have any other choice.” Andrew knew that it was true, but it didn’t make his heart break...
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The same green shutters. The same paint peeling off the walls. The same look of peril that always haunted her old foster home, Sunny Days. That was the name of the home that brought Gina some of the worst days of her life. “Gina, are you okay? I told you we didn’t have to stop by here just because you were invited.” “I know. I wanted to stop by though. I need to get over my fears and finally leave this place beh...
Submitted to Contest #67
I woke up the next morning still visibly shaken. Surely, I was seeing things. This isn’t the murder of Kitty Genovese. If there was really a murder, the other people there would have reported it, or at the very least, reacted to it. However, life seemed to go on like normal. Yesterday, I watched as a man on the street horribly strangled a girl to death. Her screams were inaudible, but I’ll never forget the look on her face. It was the look of pure terror and disbelief. She could not believe that she was about to take her last breath. I was a...
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