Seandecy Hatter

“Lab Rats” by Seandecy Hatter

This story is kind of a ramble of a dream I once had, its a dystopian-style story meant to make you ponder your own life or existence. The main theme or theory is we are all technically living for the calm moments of life, the times where you feel nothing. Just the little moments like cuddling with a pet or sitting on the beach/in a park where you feel calm. Every day feels longer than the last, my skin is cold, my heart collapsed, however, It's been this way for as long as I can remember. I do remember a time before this, but it is never...

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“Jamison's 2nd Chance” by Seandecy Hatter

Submitted to Contest #138

TRIGGER WARNING: mental illness, substance abuse, gore/physical violence, suicide, and self-harm. "To sleep is to give in." That's what my grandmother always said. She'd hear voices that would tell her if she went to bed, they'd eat her alive, from the inside out. 3 years, 2 months, and 4 days ago my grandma took her life. Poetically, she overdosed on her sleep medications. I never saw how she could not want to sleep. Sleep is like a peaceful moment where you can stop thinking about the stress of life and dream of endless possibilities. Bu...

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“House Party” by Seandecy Hatter

Submitted to Contest #93

My name is Willow Knight, I'm 17 and today is the day, the big party, my first house party with my best friend. I'm wearing my dad's hoodie and jeans, she's wearing her nice sundress with her hair up all pretty like. I sat on my bed watching her curl her hair. She really was beautiful. Brown hair, black skin, brown eyes that shimmered in the sunlight. She was singing her favorite song, and I lied there listening to the lyrics. "Có lẽ em đang vui bên người khác Trong một vòng tay ấm áp Có lẽ em đang say trong ảo giác Từng hờn ghen như bừn...

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“I Am the Killer” by Seandecy Hatter

There have been a series of mysterious murders and disappearances in my town. No bodies, no DNA from the killer, no signs of a break-in, only one spray paint mark on the walls that is always the same, big comical letters saying "All bite, no bark,". All detectives are stumped, nobody knows what happened and who this person is. Except for me. Because I, James Gill, am the killer. My fiance was going on and on about work, her friends, her parents, everything. As I was stirring the meaty soup I made for my fiance and I, I looked at her and said...

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“The Game” by Seandecy Hatter

Submitted to Contest #67

Trigger warning: suicide    One day, my girlfriend and I were at the county fair and we were asked to play a game. It was a basketball marathon against 98 other people, My girlfriend loves when I play basketball, she loves how excited I get and how into the game I always am, so of course I played. I won but little did I know there were strings attached. It was all fun and games til, I was walking home from work one day, when the game host called me, “Meet me at the stadium.” He said then hung up. I did as he said because he se...

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