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Submitted to Contest #253
The words slipped out of her mouth and into the darkness, echoing down the stone hallways and racing up and down the high walls of the shadowy castle. The statement was almost a threat, filled with a longing and a desire that was far too human for the pale-faced man. Too warm for his cold, dead heart. It sparked a remembrance in his mind of a time when he was still allowed to feel emotion. When nature had not betrayed and damned his soul with eternal darkness. Her words made him remember a time before he met Death—a small chapter of his earl...
Pluto Isn't a Planet by Kaitlynn Flint Fred slung his backpack over his shoulder, a look of disgust painting his round, chubby face as he listened to the professor. “And remember, this essay is due Monday. Yes, that does mean you’ll have to work on it over the weekend. But I know you can get it done,” the old professor said, looking at the clock on the wall behind him. “Thank you for the lovely class today. I look forward to reading your paper next week. And don’t forget about those meteor showers on Sunday night. It’...
Submitted to Contest #98
‘A PREMONITION & A PROMISE’ By Kaitlynn Flint 6/15/21 “Do you know why you’re here, Miss Creech?” The young woman sat crossed-legged on the cold fold-up chair, glaring at the chubby man who sat across the table. She cocked her head sideways, her bangs falling over her eyes. “Yes.” May Creech licked her lips. “You think I’m crazy.” The psychologist pressed his lips together and sighed. “We don’t like to use that word here, Miss Creech.” “But I’m still right. You think I’ve lost my mind,” she whisper...
Submitted to Contest #82
2/26/21 Kaitlynn Flint You Are Being Watched “I still don’t understand why you deleted your account. Everyone misses you!” I grunted, rolling my eyes. “They don’t miss me— they miss my stalking my feed,” “Well, I miss you!” Judy cried through the phone. “Remember those silly selfies we used to send each other? Remember all of those funny filters?” “Yeah,” I sighed. “Listen, Judy, just because I’m off social media doesn’t mean I’m not here for you. I am. So if you ever need someone to talk to,...
Submitted to Contest #69
"Famiglia Affari" The room was pitch black except for the bright light directed at the terrified man, who was tied tightly to the chair. A wide piece of tape covered his mouth, making it impossible for the unfortunate fool to talk. All that came from him were muffled cries, pleading sobs, and pathetic weepings. On the other side of the blinding lamp, three men dressed in expensive suits sat in the same folding chairs the fool sat in, only they weren’t held against their will. The man in the middle sat with his right ankle resting on his...
Submitted to Contest #35
CHILLSThe snow had fallen for two weeks straight. Townspeople said it was a blizzard. For two weeks straight, it had snowed. No pause, no break. Day after day. Night after night. No one had left their homes. It was the worst snowstorm that the town had ever been through. When the wind stopped, the snow did too. Young Henry went outside for the first time in days, to get some fresh air and observe how the town was doing after the horrid storm. He was walking his dog when he noticed an abandoned car on the side of the road. From the thick laye...
Submitted to Contest #23
Dead People Don't Talk 1/7/20Dead people don't talk. Or, at least that's what Robert McVan thought. He's worked for a funeral home, driving around the hearse, for more than three years- and not once has a dead person spoken to him. They're dead! They aren't supposed to talk. Did a dead person ever talk to you before? Exactly, dead people don't talk! But boy, was he proven wrong. It all happened during the worst blizzard in New York City traffic. He was driving to a funeral, coffin in the back, millions of family and friends fol...
Submitted to Contest #17
11/27/19 “Oh, the turkey is nicely cooked, James,” Mother said, chewing on the soft strip of meat. The room was lightly lit with candles from the chandelier. The warmth of the fire was comforting for each family member. “Thank you, Mother,” Smiled James. There was a silence in the room. Tonight was a night for talking with family, but there was nothing to talk about. The sadness was unbearable. It weighed in their throats, filling their hearts. Instead of having a real conversation, they stuffed their mouths with the rich foods on...
Submitted to Contest #16
Happily Ever After 11/21/19 Once upon a time, in a magical land called New York City, there was a teenage girl who had to bail her best friend out of jail for 'vandalizing a building'. It's not the best fairytale, but what do you expect? Castles and knights? Or maybe you were hoping for some flowers and gowns. Well, sorry- you're reading the wrong fairytale. There is no castle or crown. There ain't no talking animals or evil stepmothers. And there certainly is no damsel in distress! I was sitting at home, reading a good ...
11/21/19No matter how many times they warned us, there was still a nagging feeling to go into the woods. To ignore their pleas, and walk in the dark forest. My friends and I knew about the lost children and the dead bodies. There were times when even my gut told me to never go near those woods. But, that nagging thought-that voice- that desire- never left us. It happened last summer. It was our last summer before high school(or as a kid), and we wanted to spend it doing fun, exciting things. We all knew this was our last weekend of real...
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