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Submitted to Contest #154
When I was a young boy, there was a creepy old mansion not too far from the school I attended that all the children were afraid of. It wasn't just creepy because it was old and abandoned, but because it was on fire, and had been for thirty years. The story goes that the fire brigade had spent weeks trying to put that fire out, but it just couldn't be distinguished. The fire never spread beyond that building, though, so it was decided that as long as it was contained it wasn't a threat. It didn't give off smoke either, so there were no inhala...
Submitted to Contest #151
“Still Waiting.” Rick remarked into his phone begrudgingly. He had just left another voicemail for Zoe. It was supposed to be their first date, and she was forty-five minutes late. He had now left two voicemails and didn’t want to leave another for fear of being too clingy so early on in the relationship. The fact that he was already thinking of it as a relationship though was proof that he was clingy. He had to hold back. He couldn’t ring her again. Rick reminded himself that she was almost an hour behind schedule, and the likelihood of her...
Submitted to Contest #80
Breaking news. In an unprecedented turn of events we are now experiencing a heatwave worldwide, but what does it mean? Scientists have been investigating the event but have been forced to go back to the drawing board as it were because nothing about any of this makes any logical sense. Londoners found themselves in a unique situation yesterday when the temperature soared to Thirty-five degrees Celsius, this is not an all-time high overall, but it is easily the hottest it has ever been in Britain during the winter months. The previous record ...
Submitted to Contest #68
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives, but the wedding of Kayleigh Reynolds and Liam Hampton wasn’t the glorious event that everybody had hoped for. What it turned out to be was a parade of broken hearts. It had started out just like any other wedding day. Kayleigh stood there in her wedding dress facing the mirror. She couldn’t deny how beautiful her dress was. The problem was that despite her dress being beautiful and she, Kayleigh, being the one stood there in it, she just didn’t feel beautiful at all. She f...
Submitted to Contest #67
My grandad always loved telling me pirate stories when I was a boy, not one's like you may have already heard though. Those old stories were all the same; they glamourise piracy, that’s just not how it was. Those are not the kind of stories my grandad told at all. I dare say you won’t envy the pirates in this story, it’s a tale about a man who was not only obsessed with power, but with riches. His obsession lead him down a path that you may not believe, I’m not even sure I ever believed it myself at first, but as the stor...
Leanne Cooper found herself in need of fresh air. It wasn’t easy living with a Dementia sufferer, especially when that person was your husband of thirty years. He had been diagnosed at Fifty Three, just over two years ago. It had hit them both really hard. Leanne knew that her fiftieth birthday was only a week away, but what did she have to celebrate? Her husband, Victor, still remembered her. He would have bad days where he would be lost in his own confusion, but it would get worse. She knew the day would come where...
Submitted to Contest #66
Some say that Cavendish Rectory is the most haunted building in Britain. Some say it isn't haunted at all, (not by ghosts anyway) and that it is a hotspot for demonic activity, which is even worse. Most agree though that this is a place to be avoided at all costs. Not many have entered and returned unscathed. Some haven't even returned at all. The best thing for all concerned parties would be to keep the mansion empty, just let it sit there and rot, and that's just what it did for a very long time that is until it was acquired by Jacob Ennin...
Submitted to Contest #65
Connor’s phone vibrated. A text message from an old friend, Nathan. “We never did spend the night in the graveyard.” “Bit random,” replied Connor.“You remember though?” Nathan asked.“I remember.”Connor Hamilton and Nathan Lambert, as children, were the best of friends. The boys had often discussed how they thought it would be fun to spend the night in a graveyard. It had started when they were eleven, They knew about a graveyard not too far from school, all the kids knew about it. Everyone at school would think they were so cool if...
Submitted to Contest #64
Hannah and Adrian had been married for fifteen years, and they had been through more than their fair share of rocky patches. They had both had affairs; they had also had heartbreak due to Hannah having a miscarriage, and then both her parents died in a car crash just a month later. Adrian had hoped that if he was there for Hannah that she would heal in time, but something wasn’t quite the same after that. She wouldn’t communicate with him when she was struggling with her mental health, and she didn’t seem to want to try for another...
Submitted to Contest #62
The year is 2085 and a derelict building sits alone in a dead wasteland, a place that long ago was known as Bradford, England. That was then and this is now and no human has set foot in this place for several years. It should have been a special day for a man who had lived long ago, a man called Thomas Sanderson, but where is he now? Within the building the floor on the ground level has caved in and beneath the debris and rubble there is a machine that was forgotten about long ago. This was not how it was supposed to be. Let’s turn the ...
Submitted to Contest #61
Havenwood lunatic asylum sits atop a hill on the outskirts of Blackpool and has done ever since Eighteen Sixty Four. This is where I live now. My name is Elena Marchant and I’m a lunatic, apparently. My father didn’t take kindly to my unusual vocabulary, and so he had me locked away in here. He said they can throw away the key for all he cares. He is ashamed of me, I’m nuts he says. No daughter of his, no longer the primrose he nurtured. Nor will I ever be now. I dare say he is much more concerned with what people will say than he is about m...
Submitted to Contest #60
Like most young children I made the mistake of trying to bite my ma when I was a toddler, and she gave me holy hell. Here we are Thirty Eight years later, and she’s bitten me but all I have to give her is love. Well, I guess she isn’t really herself anymore. She looks like herself but also doesn’t. Nobody’s home. The lights aren’t even on. The electric works but the power has been transferred to a new supplier. The thing you need to understand is that my ma died today, but then she woke up and I don’t know what lives in that body now but it ...
Submitted to Contest #56
Oliver Brookes wasn’t the innocent man he appeared to be. Those that knew him thought him to be a polite and friendly man. They would say he kept himself to himself, but he always acknowledged his friends and neighbours, and although he was a naturally quiet man, if you got him talking he could chat for hours. Sally Cross was Oliver’s next door neighbour and if truth be told she was attracted to Oliver so would always try to find an excuse to talk to him. She had been a single mother for the past three years, and she desperately craved Male ...
Submitted to Contest #55
“Can you keep a secret?” Linda McDonoghue once asked me. I told her I could and I wasn’t lying, I was holding onto a big secret. I never got a chance to tell her but I’ll tell it to you if that’s OK. This is the story of a boy who could see into the future and the past, and he had the ability to pull things through time, all sorts of objects could be summoned. On more than one occasion he would summon a newspaper which seemed to be from a future date and each time the events in that newspaper came to pass. Not just newspapers thou...
Submitted to Contest #54
Alan Lincoln was born on the 18th of May 1963 but his life was inconsequential until 1999, on the day his body was hijacked. Only a few days earlier, Alan had been watching the news about convicted killer Elliot Mulhearn who had been convicted for life for the murder of Tina Bradshaw. Alan had been watching the news in disgust when he fell asleep. He was no longer a young man and it was getting quite late. He awoke the next morning, still in his armchair but at an angle that no man should sleep at. If he had slept on a bed of nail...
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