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Note: inspired from the game Noted Reality. Additionally, read at your cost because this is a psychological story, so it can be triggering.P.S Imagine the character with the same sex as you (name is unisex).Year 2, Month 4, Day 1It wasn't supposed to end like this; I sit up on my stale bed, my head hanging. I tuck my hair behind my ears, observing the rusted, black walls. It's a poorly unfinished paint job, with split streaks of green and black.I am aware of how this description introduces me as a person. Believe me when I say I have so much...
I love myself. At least, that's what I used to think. I wanted to be an artist. And I'm good at it. I had so much to love myself for. Until... well, people insulted me for being an author. And now? Now, I don't even know. So much happened in the past, like, what? Twenty minutes? My hand is trembling and I can feel it sweating as my fingers hover over the message.How did I get here?—It was just twenty minutes ago. I was clearing all my new messages and reviewing the old emails I had sent to my teachers. Amongst the list, one email stood out....
Kim still remembered the day, clear as daylight, the one special day about working... Kim made her way through the library. She was working a shift at the library, but it was so DULL! She had no idea why she was doing a job as meaningless as a LIBRARY shift. The books were kept by Kim in her palm before being placed back on their shelf. She was literally only 16 years old! Before she started getting old and wheezing, she should be contently living her life. But no, she was scrubbing the library like a janitor instead! Just then, there was ...
Submitted to Contest #93
Laura sighed. Last night, they had a birthday party for their youngest sister, Lisa. Now there was a big mess in the room the three children slept in, the eldest one, Laura, the middle, Ella, and finally the last one, Lisa. Ella grabbed the balloons hung everywhere. Laura collected all the toys and books on the ground. ' Come Lisa, help us. You can clear off the food on the table.' ' I don't want to help,' Lisa moaned, relaxing on the bed, and reading some random things from her phone. ' And I am the youngest,' ' So?' Lau...
Submitted to Contest #92
James sighed. He looked outside the window, sitting on his bed. It was night, a deep blue and black painted with white stars. But that wasn't the end. There was clouds, grey-black clouds, and it was pouring. It was pouring so much, that James had to close the window before any water could manage to come in. The rain looked no more like rain, but a fog entering the city. He tried to spot the nearest building, but the fog tried to block the view of everything, and was successful. James hopped off his bed and turned on the light. Just as he was...
Submitted to Contest #89
Jake looked at his passport. He was going to Singapore, and wanted to say goodbye to his best friend Mike. He had known him for many years, and now today was the day to be parted. He kept his passport in his bag, and then kept the bag on the sofa. Grabbing a small present, he ran out the door and headed for Mike's house. He had come there in time. Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Mike had opened it. ' Oh, hello Jake!' Mike exclaimed. ' Please come in,' Mike closed the door gently without a sound when Jake came inside, right after slipping of his shoes ...
Submitted to Contest #76
There was once five kids - Matthew, Alfie, Donald, Sophia and Lily. They had a beautiful treehouse of their own. ' Oh no!' Sophia cried. ' Everyone, come here quickly!' Sophia's urgent call brought the four kids to her. ' What happened? Did you get hurt?' Matthew cried. ' It's not anything with me.' said Sophia. ' It's the treehouse! Look!' Everyone peered, she was right. It was braking. ' We need to repair it.' said Alfie. ' It had been our most loved treehouse, and I wouldn't like it broken.' Everyone had agreed that they had to fix it. Un...
Submitted to Contest #71
Laura sighed. She was so excited, also the same anxious. In two days the Cookie Competition was starting, and it was impossible when they said no Fairy Dust. Laura wasn't a fan of baking either, but the prize had drawn her too in. She looked at her design she drew on the paper. There was no way she could make a gingerbread on top of a gingerbread. It wasn't a cookie anyway. She had drawn a gingerbread man. The door slightly opened. A beautiful fairy stood there. ' Laura, are still thinking of the contest?' ' Oh, yes,' ' I think...
Submitted to Contest #67
Pirate Sailor produced a treasure map. ' I still don't understand.' she cried. Two other men pirates came running, ' What happened, Captain Sailor?' ' There seems to be no sign of where the treasure is. I mean, it shows pictures and all. But there's no drawing of a treasure box.' ' So you mean there was no point of getting the map?' Pirate 1 pampered. ' Maybe.' Captain Sailor sighed. ' I knew it was useless.' Pirate 2 suddenly said, ' Let me see.' He snatched the map rudely, and quite gasped to see the map. It was like some ancient writing, ...
Submitted to Contest #63
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Now, this is my story. I am Marnie. The autumn season has just arrived, and all the pink blossom flowers were withered, and the sweet flavoring green leaves had changed into red or orange. The leaves were having haircuts. All people around squashed the leaves on the ground. They made a crispy sound, like the crunch of some chips. I was just in the cafeteria, and I was eating cake. Mmm, Yum. I just finished my cake, and was going out of the shop, when everything was on fire....
Molly looked around. The smell of nature filled around, and sounds of birds singing lullabies chirped. Sitting on a tree house and looking down below you where the flowers was a tiny red dot was scary. But the breezes and winds of gushing air that passes through you is a beauty. Molly slowly closed her eyes, feeling the beauty of silence and nature. She started to feel relaxed when, she was disturbed. ' Molly! Hello Molly! Excuse me, are you awake?' Molly snapped her eyes open, and also jumped up. Hmm. A boy was on a ladder, slowly climb...
Submitted to Contest #61
Colin opened his eyes. As daylight passed through him, he could feel a flash of fire touching him. Colin sat up, and looked through the window. The giant sun had just placed attack on Colin. And this usually happened to everyone during summer. And Colin just forgot it was summer. He got up of bed and did his daily routine, then sat for breakfast. He had just had breakfast when his tiny mother said, ' I have some work for you to do,' Ugh. He always had work to do, but it didn't mean he had some talent to say that. Anyway, helping was better t...
Submitted to Contest #60
It was winter, and it was snowing. The snowflakes of it's different directions was a beautiful cold compass. And Owen was in his house looking out at his window. It was lovely to see the shining snowflakes of winter sparkling down to the ground. His little sister, Mary, was in her red scarf and making a snowman. All the cotton candy snow were piling up on everywhere. The snow settled itself on the roof Owen's house. Night fell. It was still snowing, and the stars in the sky matched lovely with the winter season. There were hardly people outs...
There was once a day in my childhood, when I met a boy who told me about the future. This is not a joke. Well, it happened when I was at least eight, and write now, I am 35.I will tell you my story.It was summer.The scorching sun in the sky was so terribly making people hot.Especially Penny.Penny coughed. She was now walking at the sidewalk. Here there were barely trees, so there was no shadow to hide in.Sweat dropped from the back of Penny's neck. They slithered everywhere, mostly her hair.The people Penny saw were all enjoying the sun.Seri...
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