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Write a story about someone who's haunted by their past.

Posted in Character on Oct 28, 2022

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“Memories” by Valerie Deguzman

Submitted to Contest #51

I stood outside the burning wreckage, the heat from the fire, making me feel insufferably hot. Sirens wailed loudly, disturbing the usually quiet environment. They put the fire out, leaving only a burnt frame. As they left, they took three bags and brought me as well. After that, I don't remember what happened. *** The doors hissed open, and I stepped out onto the platform. It's been a long time since I've seen this sort of scenery in person. Trees lined the road, colorful and luscious, the hills were green waves in the distance,...

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“Lost in the Night” by Chris Button

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Death is too fine a wine for me to be worthy of tasting it. I have held the cup which contained my end more times than I can recall but each time it was someone else who drunk from it and I was spared. The sweetness of death is a subtle intoxicant, always demanding that I take another sip, never satiated by it. You may think that to live without fear of the ruination of age is a blessing, you would be wrong. I am held in this grey world by a terrible duty that imprisons me more surely than any chains could ever do.  There are things i...

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“THE RANDOM ROAD TRIP” by Saumya Mathur

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“If we do it now, it would be perfect. There won't be any regrets of any kind.” He further explained.“Know why? Because we don't have any expectations from each other. We haven't judged each other. We don't even know each other yet.”The expression of others remained frozen as they contemplated the idea of a road trip. For them, the decision on the road trip was not tough. The tough decision was whether they should go on a trip with three total strangers.Kabir continued to convince the others. “Come on, think about it. No regrets, no expectat...

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“Somewhere in Time” by Luke Partridge

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The crunch of the year’s first snow gave way underfoot as I traversed the forest. The trees stood as defiant sentinels against the seasonal weather. They may have shed their aesthetic garment of russet leaves, their branches may have bowed under the weight of the snow, but they did not falter; the guardians who were ever present.            Step by step, my body guided me forward, muscle memory taking over, perfectly in line with the now invisible path buried under four inches of pristin...

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“Mother always knows best” by Yuliia Burlaka

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Like most of her days, Maya was woken up by a scream. For several seconds she just lay there; her heartbeat echoing in her ears; her body cold with fear. The cries only grew louder. She got up. A pile of dirty dishes was lying in their kitchen sink. The stove was smeared with something that looked a lot like porridge. Mother, dressed in a dressing gown that should had been thrown away ages ago, was sweeping broken glass of the floor as Eva cried her lungs out as if being tortured. It probably said a lot that Maya wasn’t even surprised....

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“Horror?” by Jaanvi Harnal

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Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream If you see a crocodile Don't forget to scream! A small chuckle escapes from a middle aged woman who is stirring a small spoon gently, her face reveals a small smile which can only be mistaken for a welcoming sight. Her attire is simply dressed in a white as pearl nightgown adding a gist to the scene of some horror panel. Did I forgot to mention she's sitting on a rocking chair? well, here you go. A simple middle aged woman sitting on a rocking chair busy stirring her tea with a creep smile reg...

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“Swelling” by Rachel Jacobs

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"It's swelling again, I can hear those violins getting louder and louder. It's a symphony I can never go deaf from, it is the soundtrack of misery! I am drowning in D minor, no, no, this is F minor and that A flat reminds me of his back as he laid there, not moving any of his muscles. No, no, I can see his face again!" "Whose face?" I heard my therapist's voice and I closed my eyes tighter than they were before. "My teachers," I respond, trying to ignore the knots that keep tightening around my guts. "Say his name, Rylee." She said over t...

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“Misery” by Ameen I

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The birds were chirping and enjoying the cool breeze. The grass was wet due to the dewdrops. The just-risen sun shone softly on the city streets, bringing with it a flurry of early-morning activity. Brock young man with brown eyes, dark hair, and a slim body got back from his meditation session. Sat in the corner of the room facing the wall immersed into deep thoughts. Ray who is a therapist in welfare rehabilitation center smiled and wished "Good morning Brock," "Good morning!" replied Brock. "How are you feeling today?" examined Ray. Brock...

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“Stony Sister” by Vishakha Mukherjee

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Impulsively, I  gripped her arm before she could drop in the murky waters.  Her coffee colored skin was cold on my rough fingers pressed into her arm. She pressed on stubbornly, attempting to escape my vice-like grip, like a rabbit with its front paw snared in a rusty bear trap. I grunted, clinging onto her other forearm. Rigid bone and dry skin met my palms instead of the softness of flesh every healthy human was supposed to have. I clicked my tongue. Skinny, far too skinny. The one time I decided to have a morning walk a...

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“The Truth About Yesterday” by Charlotte Fell-James

Submitted to Contest #51

It was done. Under the black, smog covered sky, a labyrinth of a city slept, bathed in pale streetlamps and weightless dreams.  The usual  hustle and bustle of its once vibrant streets barely a flicker in the night. Desolate alleys, thick with grime and disregard, now seamed oh so perfect for an escape. What is done cannot be undone. Hands, dripping with shame, anger, betrayal, regret… leaving simple crimson splatters, no bigger than raindrops on the pavement of a dead city. Evidence was not important, the perpetrat...

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“A place to call home” by Aparna Singh

Submitted to Contest #51

(Scene I)As I skimmed through the report, I could hear the clock ticking, my palms glistened with sweat and my eyes kept darting back to the clock which adorned my office. It was as if my senses had heightened and every particle of my being screamed at me to run. Each passing second brought me closer to the dreaded meet. It was pointless, I knew, to dream that she wouldn’t show up but I kept praying for it anyways, to a deity I didn’t believe in. I knew that my prayers were unanswered when my secretary ushered in the woman. I smiled grimly a...

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“"Fatal Midnight"” by Vasiliki M.

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Karmen walks silently into the cold library. She visits her section of romantic books and grabs her usual series: "Fatal Midnight". Karmen was never a book lover, she actually hated reading them. Their smell was annoying as someone had dimped them with poison. The many awkard pages laying around, just to be read, caused anxiety to her. So,why is that book so interesting to her?Is it a book-turner?Or the smell is finally gone to this one? "Ms. Funkerlor?"someone called her lastname. She turned vicioucly around to see a 20year old guy,st...

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“Darcy” by Hailie Callaway

Submitted to Contest #51

I will forever taste the bitter chew of your name in my mouth; mashed around like spoiled meat, spit out; but still, you linger. I’ve thrown you away, trash bag tied firmly, but your smell permeates the room long after you’ve gone.            You knew what you were-rotten, purpled meat nestled between layers of vibrant reds- hidden, deceiving. You laid in wait. I was your ticket to freedom. You smelled my naivety and pursued me as a skilled hunter stalks its prey. You hid between those ...

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“Silver Knight” by Abby Atiqah Norbert

Submitted to Contest #51

It was supposed to be usual daily life for the citizen of the Great Empire Marzen. At this time, people usually busy doing their business at the town. The children running around, women busy doing chores and men doing works including labors. Then, there were nobles. Attending tea parties, shopping around the expensive boutiques and jewelry stores, flashing their riches and spending money non-stop. The noble men entering the palace, serving the emperor of the empire and his queen. That was the daily life of the great empire envy by many. A...

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“Broken Souls.” by Robert Cheng

Submitted to Contest #51

Philenes ran through the streets panting. A Legate. He had finally made it as a Legate! He had never thought it possible, with his posting as merely a garrison soldier during the Great War. But they chose him, and now he had to gather up men. It was duty. Always duty. The bells pounded distantly behind him. Sentries had spotted them; a raiding force. No doubt a vanguard of the greater army of Chaos that was quickly approaching the Empire’s borders. Roona was one of the more isolated castles in the North East. It had a strong garrison and a...

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