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Start your story with a character having a premonition, but no one believes them.

Posted in Dark on Oct 25, 2022

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Florence and the Machines

Submitted to Contest #98

Florence can sense something bad is going to happen as soon as she wakes up. She rises from her bed and peers out of the bedroom window of her assisted living community, Chestnut View. She lives in the Striped Bass apartment whose one-bedroom floorplan has a smaller bedroom and larger living room. She had picked this apartment out seven years ago when she moved into the community. There were five floor plans to choose from, Striped Bass, Hickory Shad, Spotted Seatrout, Blue Ridge Sculpin, and White Marlin; all different names of fish found i...

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A PICTURE GOES MISSING ...

Submitted to Contest #98

As she stepped out of Brian’s large station wagon, the frail old lady cautioned him once again, “Beware of the house in which you intend to stay. It is not safe.” Then, thanking Brian and Susan for the ride, she bade them goodbye and soon was gone in one of the alleys that lined the borough. Brian and Susan stood transfixed for a moment as they saw her depart; then they were again on their way to their new home about a couple of Km away.It had been an hour-long drive through heavy traffic in central London, obviously because of the week-end ...

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The Chronicles of Humouricana

Submitted to Contest #98

It was a beautiful spring morning. Katie, Joy, Crystal and Natalie were busy getting ready in their houses. They had decided to meet at the library. As usual, Katie was late but today, she had an excellent excuse with her. “I overslept and then John told me that I was late so, I rushed to the bath to get ready but it was occupied. The other bathroom was also occupied. Then after getting ready, I came out and a truck went by and drenched me in mud due to yesterday’s rain. I had to change and then when I was finally around the corner, another ...

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The Urn

Submitted to Contest #98

It was six in the evening. The weather was perfectly pleasant at 17 degrees. Sixteen-year-old Raymond Chong wore a black jumper and sat at the dining table with his paternal grandmother, Mrs Chong and his two cousins, Chengfang and Chengli.  They were staying over for the weekend as their parents travelled for work. The very poised elderly lady in her 60’s was dressed in a pair of beige Samfoo with gold embroideries and rolled up her gray hair into a neat Chinese bun. She wore a thick gold bracelet on her left wrist and ...

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22:23 Riverside, California, 72:25:49:05 till launch

Submitted to Contest #98

Caffeinated students hurried towards the main entrance of Rivera Library, clutching books to their chests as if their lives depended on them. Usually, finches were often found darting from branch to branch, in the courtyard trees, but no birds provided a chorus for the past week. As the weather started getting colder, and finals loomed on the brink of everyone’s horizons, another threat had begun to form. A threat that no person could fathom.  In the distance she could hear the booming voice of Father Mackenzie. An addict once, who...

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The Shift Of Time

Submitted to Contest #98

I ran through the winding streets, hoping to outrun him. Emma ran behind me, struggling to keep up. I heard his cries and screams of rage as he bayed for blood. I crashed into a wall as I turned the road. I was winded but I kept running, but it was futile. It was a dead-end. We turned around to take another street, but he stood at the entrance. The knife in his hand gleamed in the darkness. His hood had flown back during the chase. It was him indeed. I didn't wanna believe it, but he was right there. Me. He prowled like a jaguar and ju...

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Deja Vu

Submitted to Contest #98

TW: Reference to terrorist attack and injury.TW: SwearingThe two thirty-three train stood in the bay as Lucy ran down the concrete steps, her feet slapping like gunshots around the domed hall." Thank god,” she muttered as she swiped her student saver card on the automated ticket gate and stepped onto the train. The last thing she needed was to be late for her brother’s birthday party. She would never hear the end of it if she was late, again.“No excuses Lucy, not one. He is turning thirteen, and he wants his big sister there to celebrate.” h...

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The Links

Submitted to Contest #98

“Guys, something is not right,” Mac said. He was hopping from leg to leg, scratching his hair. “What is up with you?” Drew asked. “I don’t feel right. It's as if someone is poking my brain. There is something I should know, but don't. I know that sounds crazy.” “What’s the matter? We are tucked away, hidden behind the fifth green. Our parents believe we are camping, which we are. They don't know we will have guests. What they don't know and all that stuff. Everything is fine. Especially if the girls turn up,” Drew said, smirking a d...

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Jeramiah's Tale

Submitted to Contest #98

Jeramiah was dreaming. The day was pleasant, the warm sun making the ground shimmer with a promise of summer and long lazy afternoons where there is nothing to do apart from to be, and be glad that you are part of this wonderful whole. The dream amplified his feelings of contentment until the whole scene seemed to glow; every green was a more intense shade of green than is usual in the more mundane waking reality, every blade of grass was sharper and more pronounced, and the sky was a shade of blue that was almost beyond description. Jeramia...

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A world seen through the lens of "foresight"

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People did not believe in the term "foresight." They believed that individuals were overly concerned with their personal well-being. But one stuck out; she believed in everything that caused anxiety. She felt compelled to look things up and reach a decision. Despite being at least 24 years old, she was her own detective. Emma Stone, a girl who had a premonition one day, a day when she had a strong sense that something, especially something awful, was about to happen. Throughout her upbringing, her parents never believed her when she claimed ...

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Behind These Walls

Submitted to Contest #98

Behind these walls. Behind these walls, I am breaking Behind these walls, my world is crumbling Behind these walls, my life is falling apart Behind these walls, no one believes me /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ A strong gut feeling in my stomach. A sharp tug of my heart as a person walks by. This is it. Something is coming. The bile slips up and down my dry throat. Words leave me as I am turned away. Turned away from society. Turned away from the community. A nobody. Destined to live their life with no one. No lover and no story. The...

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Coffee Beats Belief

Submitted to Contest #98

Helena yawned as she skipped through the news pages on her tablet. It was way too early. Well, too early to be up if she had her way. The summer holidays couldn’t come fast enough. Until then however, there was always coffee. Stifling another yawn she picked her mug up and took a tiny sip, scalding her lips as she did. It was worth it. She sighed as she savoured the taste, and the stories she was reading started to make more sense. There was a clatter from upstairs and Helena rolled her eyes while she could still get away with it. There we...

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Twenty-Twenty

Submitted to Contest #98

Hindsight really is twenty-twenty. Rachael Wheim shifted uncomfortably in the driver’s seat of her Chevy Cruze while delayed at a red light. She was on her way to meet up with her family, which for some might be cause for joviality. With the Wheim family, however, less was always and inexorably more. She shook her head, causing the waves of her curly red hair to dance at the corners of her vision. Fair skin ran in the family, but she had won the genetic lottery by being the only one to snag the ruby red hair and emerald green eyes combinati...

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The Curse of the Sun

Submitted to Contest #98

The man was beautiful. Long golden hair rested lightly on his shoulders, tanned bronze from the sunlight. He wore the purest white robes I had ever seen. He had no sandals, but the sharp stones of the earth seemed to almost move out of the way of his perfectly sculpted feet. His fingers were strong, yet slender. He had an archer’s hands, but he told me he was no soldier.                As a priestess, I had long ago taken a vow of maidenhood. No man would touch me, f...

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Friendships Never Last Forever

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It was a hot and humid summer morning in the month of August. Ramero was getting ready to work at Valvoline in Haverhill. He had been working for 16 years as a General Manager.Deborah, Ramero's long time best friend, was sleeping on the couch. She was just recently hit by a car while riding on a scooter. She wanted and needed to get a break from her adult children. She pretty much needed a serious vacation in a stress-free environment.  Deborah, woke up screeching like a Wendigo, "Noooo!"Ramero heard Deborah and...

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