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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...
Submitted to Contest #274
Nine Fates They say a cat has nine lives and they have eight near misses before they actually die. The question is does nine lives mean this, or does it mean nine lifetimes? Does it matter which it means? Maybe not! But let’s go with the story of a cat who who’s owner believes she actually died eight times already, in eight different ways, over eight different lifetimes, this particular cat is on their ninth life as we speak. She is called Ivory, is pure white albino Persian with beautiful blue eyes, aged 23 years old and is curre...
Submitted to Contest #273
The Reunion Monday 21/10/2024 Dear Diary,Today I received an unexpected letter! I have absolutely no idea how she found me? The adoption agency were under strict instructions not to give out any of my details if they were ever asked.When I gave her up it was with the understanding that she wouldn’t be able to Seek me out in the future. I know that sounds harsh! but I have my reasons. The questions I now have to face is do I reply or leave things as they are? or should I change my own mind about a decision I made 28 years ago? Tuesd...
Submitted to Contest #272
Her red shoes stand out like a single bright poppy in an otherwise empty field. Beckoning me towards them, my mouth watering wildly as my fingers itch and throb to grab them from her, they have to be mine no matter what.I need them like a shadow needs darkness to hide itself in, but I can’t just take them from her. Everyone would see. I need to clear my head and figure out a plan to get them from her. I feel the sharpe edges of my filed down fangs rolling my tongue along them, almost slicing it in half. Yes those shoes mean as much to me as ...
Submitted to Contest #271
This story contains multiple sensitive themes which may trigger people including bullying, mild violence and loss. On the 4th of June 1974 two girls were born at the exact same time of 4.44am. One to Tom and Lydia Brown who they called Margaret (their little Angel Maggie) whom they had prayed for, for so many years.Believing she would never be, she was the most precious gem in their jewellery store. She had golden blond hair, just like Lydia. Which naturally fell into cute ringlets around her head as she grew into a toddler, a...
Submitted to Contest #270
(Contains mild sexual description of a fantasy base which may trigger some) Frosty LasagnaThe lasagne slowly slides down my fork onto the plate with a loud slap. Everyone is now looking at me with eager expectation in their eyes. What other answer could I possibly give but “yes, yes of course I’d be honoured to cater your wedding”Although I am mortified and broken over what I have recently discovered. I am also happy to have found my mystery customer khiadra.“Ah brilliant thankyou thankyou” shouts the blond waitress, as she practically runs ...
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