Mickie Royce

“Truth or Die” by Mickie Royce

"Truth or dare, Lesli?" I asked, smirking at her. He face went red. "Um...truth," she said. "Ooh!" Cameron shouted. "I've got one!" I pointed at him. "Go ahead." The way we play truth or dare is...well, different. See, everyone goes in a circle, saying 'truth or dare' to the person on the right of them. And anyone's allowed to give the truth or dare. Anyone. If it's a truth that ...

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“All You Have To Do Is Read” by Mickie Royce

Submitted to Contest #84

The alarm rang.He stopped it and dragged himself out of bed, preparing himself for his day.He straightened up his bed, neatly fluffing and placing the pillows.He showered, letting the soap cleanse his body, the water going down the drain.He got dressed, buttoning down his white-collar shirt, tying his tie around his neck.He walked into the kitchen and sat at the counter.He heard toast pop out of the toaster.His wife, Cassie, spread jam on the toast, put it on a small saucer and handed it to...

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“The Wrong Suspect” by Mickie Royce

Submitted to Contest #72

I got a call from my friend, Mark Daffy. I answered the phone and held it up to my ear. I greeted him cheerfully, but his response wasn't as pleasant. "Andy," He said, his breathing shaky and ragged. "I need you to come to the house." "What's wrong?" I asked, worried. "Is everything okay?" "Andy," He spoke again. His voice started to break. "I need you to come to the house. Please..."...

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“The Murder Trial” by Mickie Royce

Submitted to Contest #67

I followed my target through the woods. I kept my knife behind my back and my breathing steady, waiting for the right moment to strike. I accidentally stepped on a twig. It snapped and I froze. My target froze too. Their breathing sped up. I had to hide. Before they looked over their shoulder, I ducked behind a bush and kept quiet. I was out of sight. My target stated moving again, jogging this time, so I followed. <...

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“Do We Have to Fight People?” by Mickie Royce

Submitted to Contest #66

I nervously walked into The White Room with my little brother. Today was the day I hated. The day I dreaded. Today was the day everyone in our District had to fight each other. Head-to-head, face-to-face. “Cambria,” My younger brother Ian said. “Do we have to fight people?” I breathed deeply and shook my head. “No, Ian. We will never fight people. It’s not who we are. No matter how much they might ...

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