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Submitted to Contest #97
(T.W: blood, gore, brief mention of self harm, mild swearing).Knock. KNOCK.She startled awake by the harsh knocks.Groggily rubbing her eyes, she turned to check the time.3 am, the clock read. 3 am? Who would knock on my door at 3 am? Is it Lily? Sighing, she pulled off her blanket and dragged her feet to the door.Opening the door, she whispered “What do you want?”To an empty hallway.Blanching, she took a step back “Lils, is that you? This isn’t funny!”No response.Knock“It’s not the door…”KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. As the knocks became desperate and ...
I, Pearl Nightingale, residing at Nightingale Manor, Knife’s Edge, Hythe, declare this to be my Will, and I revoke any and all wills and codicils I previously made….A soft smile graced her lips, at odds with the words she had written. Humming her favourite lullaby, she continued:I give, devise and bequeath all my estate, both real and personal, of every nature and kind and wheresoever situate, including any property over which I may have a general power of appointment, to my late friend Amber Everitt’s daughter, Peridot Everitt, if she survi...
Submitted to Contest #46
“They will hang you in the Gallows for this, Theo.”“Only if I get caught, Abitha.”“Must you always be this stubborn?”Not dignifying Abitha Mordough with a response, Theo continued counting the money she would need to publish her very first novel, The Wrongfully Accused. Perhaps her confidant was right; she was being stubborn. However, one simply could not expect her to sit around like a trussed-up turkey while women all over Salem were being accused of using the Devil’s Magic. Theodora Francis Priestley would have remained silent on the matt...
Submitted to Contest #45
WAKE UP I woke up with a gasp. Gulping in large amounts of air, my head shrieked in agony from the sudden intrusion in my mind. My vision was blurry, and all I could hear was a soft whirring sound. I tried to remember what happened, but my mind was blank.Slowly, my vision regained focus and the sharp pain in my head subsided to a dull throb, allowing me to take in my surroundings for the first time.The room was bare except for the bed I was on and a monitor on the wall, which was showing a stream of numbers and letters I couldn’t understand....
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