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𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

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a generic murder

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

TRIGGER WARNING; this story contains mental health problems, and violence I used to play Clue a lot as a child. Now that I think about it, I find it kind of ironic. I had always wanted to be involved in a murder case, but that winter, when I turned 19, when I was finally involved in a case, I wasn't so sure it was a good thing. Anyways, my therapist wanted me to write all the things that happened last winter. Afterwards, I'm going to burn it. - The only reason I was at the ski resort was for my birthday. I had wanted a special birthday, ...

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Silence

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

If I were to say I had never thought about how I would die, that would be a lie. I had run it over in my mind countless times, more than I could count. All of those times I had thought it would be murder, or some horrific, sickening, horror movie way. It all boiled down to the fact that I would have an unnatural death. I never thought about the chance that I could get cancer, or some kind of incurable disease. Even though some illnesses had run in my family, it never occurred to me that something so vile could even reach me. … Now I sm...

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Margot

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

"What's your real name?" "Slater" ---------- It was cold. Not freezing exactly, but the kind of cold that seems harmless, but seeps into your pores into your soul. Walking through the forest, I look around. It was foreboding, and bone chilling. Shadows grabbed for my feet, and the lure hatred radiating from the dead trees made me shiver. Let me start from the beginning. Or what I know the beginning is. I really don't know how I got here. All I remember is my name, and that I need to find someone. I don't even know who I'm supposed to find, ...

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Demons Inside Us

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

Submitted to Contest #93

Linda Dear Diary, I'm in the bathroom at the party, and nothing seems to be going right. Nothing seems Nothing is ok. Justin kissed Katlynn, not me. Trixie spilled her cola on my dress on purpose. I must- The door swinging open causes me to stop and look up from my journal. I can see just a little from the stall I'm in, and Justin had Kat against a wall. He's holding something sharp. A knife. I rush up to save her, but I stop in my tracks. Not a knife. A pen. Stupid. Stupid. Why would he have a knife? I've read too many horror stories. I s...

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Seeing

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

Submitted to Contest #92

I used to see the good in people. That was before the books started changing... --- My family owned a small bookstore in our village. Everyone loved reading storybooks from it, and we made good money. Parents would ask children what they wanted for holidays, and they always answered with 'Books' before stuffing their face in a new one. You might be wondering how we got those books. Good question. Well, every day, from an unknown person, books started appearing in our shelves. The odd thing was, it was books on kids from our village. And once...

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X-RE

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

Submitted to Contest #86

She felt sick, spinning around in her Venus Raider. It was 3908, in human years, but in Saturn years, it was 239, and it was 7654 in Jupiter years. She groped for the safety bar the scientists had placed for cases like this, when the gravity was off. "Walker. Come here", she said through her suit's speakers. Syma wondered into the pod room, all most lazily. "What?", she replied. "Did Phase Four work?" "I don't know. I said I'll tell you when I find out." Kaylee finally grabbed the safety bar, and looked out into space, annoyed. They...

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The Man

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

Submitted to Contest #86

The heavy air of a spring morning hung down with a sigh. Today was the day all the villagers celebrated spring at the Spring Festival in the park. I sighed along with the wind, and danced with the flowers. It was all very nice in the woods, but others thought a witch lived there. But they were wrong. Someone did live in the woods, but they were far from a witch. In fact, she had saved my mother from a deadly fever that was going around, and since then, we were friends, and so were our parents. The old pine trees that had lived in the fores...

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The True Maleficent

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

Submitted to Contest #85

It may seem bad, but we didn't like it one bit. The king and queen needed to fix this. You see, in this town, the people here are-shall we say- a bit odd and different. I mean, if you came across a black cat with horns, or four tails-in this period of time- you would run away screaming about witchcraft. But in this town, it wasn't a strange sight. A strange sight would be a 'normal' cat. You know with only two eyes, and one tail. The boring kind. Anyways, this was one of very limited places where you could live, and magic would run wi...

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Life and Death

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

Sometimes you wonder. You wonder about many things. Things that are beyond you. *** Staying in a room may seem boring to you. But it was special. I knew what was going to happen. Days would pass. People would walk by. They didn't notice me. Why would they? Only children saw me. Wanted me away. Told their parents to check in places I could be hiding. I was never there. *** A ghost! They would scream. Their frightened voices loud and scratchy. *** I had known I was to die early. It wasn't a secret. I was a child. But now I am gr...

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Blood Sunrise

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

Submitted to Contest #84

The day my mother died was odd. Odd, in the sense, that she would never come back. Never. Come. Back. *** I lay sprawled on my bed; thinking of this. How my brother and my father managed, I can not fathom. It was heartbreaking. No it was more of the ache of my heart. The part that longed for her motherly touch. Her hand patting my light brown hair. I watched as the sun rose, and then set. I thought about her death. Thought about how someone planned it out. Though about how they murdered her. In a way I shall not bring to think about. Too lat...

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Taken (Pt 2)

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

((This is part 2 of a story I made a few years later, and in first person)) I stared at the concrete wall, thinking about the ship that got me into this mess. Sure, I was only nine, but the government didn't care. It all started on a ship, when mother-that traitor- was playing hide and seek with me. Maybe I worded that wrong. I hid on a ship, and mother was on the island. Anyways, long story short, I discovered that I had an unusual power. I also believed I wasn't real, though it was a hoax, at least the government said. My mother said thi...

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Taken

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

Submitted to Contest #83

She ran through the undergrowth, as though she were a rabbit, or a hare. "One. Two. Three. Four...", she heard her mother count from behind an oak tree. Eri smiled. She knew her mother would never find her new hiding spot, at least not this time! She ran down a worn path, taking a shortcut. There was a strange object in the water, floating, like a majestic being. It was big, and brown, and the newcomers that came off of it said it was called a boat. The boat took the across the water, they had explained at the camp. It was big. Bigger than a...

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Soulless

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

Submitted to Contest #80

'Dead body found in Charles River', the headline of the news screamed. You may be wondering why I am perched so calmly on my couch, when I am only minutes away from the Charles River. 'Oh, well she ovisously killed him, stuffed him in a body bag, and threw him into the river', is what you may be thinking. No, I did nothing to Jonathan, or Jon-I'm just going to call him Jon- I haven't seen him since the incident. Yeah, Yeah, he's in my grade, he used to bully me, but I wouldn't hurt a fly (Ok, that's a lie, I've killed many flies before), muc...

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