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Submitted to Contest #301
Never Take a Sweet from a Stranger Never take a sweet from a stranger. That was one of the first things Paula learned as a child. However when the uber driver offered her a werthers original she couldn’t resist accepting.With their creamy butterscotch flavour, werthers had such happy memories for her until now. *** The uber jumped from 10 minutes to 1 minute arrival time as Paula clicked confirm and pay.It was almost as if the driver had been near her house waiting cunningly for them to jump into his car.“Come on Paula don’t be paranoid, u...
Submitted to Contest #300
This story contains grief and broken family. Memory Lane People say that you can’t revisit the past but you can. That’s what a photo is. It’s a portal back into the past. When you stare at it you can be right back there remembering the moments of the day you took that very photo. The laughter and the joy that went with it, or the tears, maybe the hugs that occurred before or after it was taken. The past is there right in front of your very eyes, just waiting to take you back to a part of your past that lives in memory lane. *** Sheila loved...
Submitted to Contest #299
Good as we Are Natasha and Barney had been together for ten years and still Barney hadn’t popped the question. He liked to say, ‘we are good as we are’ a lot. So Natasha had decided she should be the one to ask him. Her plan was to wait until valentine’s week and try to get him to ask her, with the fallback of her own proposal to him. She waited until February intending to celebrate the 7 days of Valentines, including proposing to him on the correct day.The days ran from the 7th-14th as follows: 7th Feb - Rose Day8th Feb - Propose Day9th ...
Submitted to Contest #296
Focus Layla This story contains some swearing “Hello brain are you in there? I can’t hear you today! Did I die and not realise it?‘Hello please say something, let me know I’m still alive please!” I can feel the panic starting inside as time ticks by, still nothing. My head is completely silent! Quieter than a wasteland with rolling tumbleweeds. Something is not right? Did my brain grow legs and run away in the night? I’ve never known such deafening silence in my head. Sure it’s only been a few moments, but I’m so used to having noise present...
Submitted to Contest #295
The white door It’s been locked since the day we moved in no one can find the key anywhere. Nobody has a clue if, and what it leads to if they could access it. It’s a locked door with no key and it sits in the middle of our bedroom wall in the room I share with my younger sister, Chloe.It’s a strange plain white door with the number 13 written on the top of it, also in white. It merges in completely with our white wall. Even the door handle is white, making it blend in so well. It’s almost invisible and most people completely miss it. W...
Submitted to Contest #291
Oblivion He says he knows me but I don’t know him at all. The first time I met him was in the woods where he found me wondering around aimlessly with a head injury. Sure he’s taken care of me, dressed my wounds and been as wonderful as Prince Charming himself, but I just don’t recognise him. I don’t feel any kind of connection. He’s a doctor, at least that’s what he says. He also says I have amnesia and that’s why I don’t recognise him. He’s told me all about our romantic relationship, which explains the engagement ring on my finge...
Submitted to Contest #286
Forget Me Not “I believe you have Athazagoraphobia Latisha”“What does that mean?”“You have an irrational fear of being forgotten, ignored or overlooked”“Oh, so why does it have such a strange name? Wouldn’t ‘forget me not’ phobia be a better one?” “Well it originates from the Greek words "athazagoros," which means "forgotten," and "Phobos," meaning fear. Therefore its literal translation is ‘forgotten fear’, so it is a perfectly correct name for your extreme fear”“I see, so how do I get rid of it?”“It will take a 3 pronged approach of ...
Submitted to Contest #284
What’s in a name Shane pulls back from our loving Kiss. “Cathy do you have any idea just how much I love you?” He asked looking deeply into my eyes with his feverish look that set me on fire every time. If we hadn’t already just finished making love we would have been doing so again. He’s looking at me with an expectation of a reply. I’m so baffled by the question I’m unsure how to answer, he carries on speaking. “I know I tell you I love you all the time but I’m not always sure I show it, do you believe me when I say I ...
Submitted to Contest #283
Snap crackle pop This story mentions mental and physical health problems Snap, crackle, pop, went the Rice Krispies, snap crackle, pop, went her bones, especially her knees. She wondered if there was a connection? Those old adverts did used to make the statement, ‘Rice Krispies, full of snap crackle and pop’. Maybe she’d eaten far too many of them over the years? After all you are meant to be what you eat, Aren’t you?She coughed, spluttering and wheezing from laughing over her own little joke. Her health wasn’t what it used to be...
Submitted to Contest #282
Shattered Cupid I used to feel like a bright white fluffy cloud on a blue skied summers day. Now I’m just lost somewhere in the black mass of nighttime.Those summer days were the days, way back when I used to be the Cupid of my friends group. I was the one they came to for relationship advice, the one they always asked if I thought they had a chance with someone else. The matchmaker, the hopeless romantic, the one who always saw the good in love and all it had to bring. No matter what there was always a soulmate out there for everyone, and i...
Submitted to Contest #281
Dusty Echos Creeeeeaaak tap tap, groan creak, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh, creak, scrape, whhhhhoooooooo, whhhhhhooooo.“Hello? Am I still alone?”whup, whup, whup, whup, tsp tsp, tsp tsp, whup whup, whup. “Everything is going a little foggy, please tell me I’m not alone In this dark cold place ?”Sniff sniff , scrape, tap tap ,tap, tap, scuttle, sniff. “Hahaha that tickles, now I know someone is here with me, who is it?” Squeak squeak, sniff sniff. Tsp tsp tsp. “Whoah whoah, helllllp whoah, oh Thank you for catching me, I hope you don’t mind me spinning ...
Submitted to Contest #279
Lost to the World PrologueLost to the world is a post nuclear blast monologue told by one girl, Trudy and her point of view.It could be triggering in many ways but is meant in a lighthearted, thought provoking way, of a world we currently live in and the aftermath that could be. 20/06/2119. 11.11am Flash! The End. *** Hello, is anyone there? Oh I think I see you, though you can no longer see me. Well I mean technically you can still see me floating around and about, maybe on your shoulder or the floor, but there is still a lot...
Submitted to Contest #278
Apologetic Irony (This story contains mild swearing) An unexpected letter arrived through Toney’s door. He didn’t recognise the handwriting? but he could see it was a personal handwritten letter to himself.‘Who could be writing to him? and was it good or bad news?’ After all the only letters he tended to receive these days were bill related and boring. He was actually a little nervous and excited at the same time. He rubbed his thumb and finger together over both sides of the envelope feeling its thick strong crispy texture, ...
Submitted to Contest #277
Wicked bottled demon (a poetic tale) There is a wicked demon, his name is alcohol. He comes in many forms, has a variety of names. A fermented spirit, fruit, veg, malt or grain. He hides inside a barrel, can, glass or bottle. He likes to take his toll.You are his voodoo doll.He wants to claim and torture.He loves to hear you ask “what’s your poison?”Spirit, larger, beer, wine, dark or light rum?When you think you’re being confident, sociable or cool.He’s lied to you and laughs out loud,Now you’re the fool, in the room or...
Submitted to Contest #275
(This story contains grief) 3.AM I hear a blood curdling scream. It wakes me from my deep sleep. I’m hot and dripping with sweat. I turn my head to the right and see the time is 3.am. I’m a little confused, my head is spinning from the scream I just heard. My legs feel weak, frozen in fear, I have a heavy weight on my chest as if I’m being crushed. I’ve heard of this before, I believe it’s called sleep paralysis. I’m finding it hard to breathe, gasping for air, I must be having a panic attack from not being able to move! My head spins o...
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