𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

“a generic murder ” by 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...

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“Silence ” by 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. Eve...

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“Margot” by 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 w...

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“Demons Inside Us” by 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 hol...

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“Seeing ” by 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. Wel...

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“X-RE” by 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. "...

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“The Man” by 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 ...

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“The True Maleficent ” by 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 ...

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“Life and Death” by 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 ...

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“Blood Sunrise ” by 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 ros...

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“Taken (Pt 2) ” by 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, l...

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“Taken ” by 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...

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“Soulless ” by 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 ...

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