On their deathbed, a relative/friend/partner admits to a horrible crime. Will the narrator reveal the secret or keep it hidden?

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“Losing My Religion” by Ghost Writer

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Evil comes in many forms. It’s clever, deceptive. It disguises itself. When I was a priest, every time I stood at the pulpit to deliver a message, I would look out at the congregation and wonder who the wolves in sheep’s clothing were. It could have been anyone. It could have been the little old lady with the passive-aggressive temperament, the rich man who believed he had been blessed more than the others, the young lady who had wrapped her social identity around her faith, or the poor man who needed financial help to support his family. No...

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“The Last Breath of Silence” by Jim LaFleur

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The room was still, save for the quiet hum of the machines monitoring life’s fragile tether. The pale green walls of the hospice seemed to absorb sound, muffling the outside world into an eerie void. Clara sat by her mother’s bedside, her nurse’s uniform a second skin after years of long shifts. This, though, wasn’t a patient. This was her mother, Evelyn—a woman whose sharpness had withered under the weight of time and illness. “Clara,” Evelyn’s voice was a rasp, a fragile thread of sound. Her sunken eyes, still piercing, locked onto Clara’s...

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“LAUGH OUT LOUD: DEATHBED DIARIES” by Darvico Ulmeli

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Opening Scene:(The stage bathes in an ominous glow, pulsating with a kaleidoscope of neon lights. Tombstones scattered across the set flicker to life with words like "Secrets Never Rest" and “Confessions From Beyond." Thick fog rolls across the floor, curling around the glowing props like ghostly fingers, as an eerie, remixed version of Another One Bites the Dust pumps through the speakers, warped into a chilling tune. The atmosphere screams macabre spectacle. Suddenly, from the swirling mist, Morty Mirth appears — a skeleton host with razor...

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“My Fathers Secret” by Shanel Fortney

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My driver pulls us into the entrance of the long driveway of my childhood home. The driveway feels like a mile long. Pulling up slowly, the car comes to a stop. I step out of the back of the car and stare at the massive white two-story plantation-style home. I feel a pang of anxiety at the realization that nothing about this house has changed since I left. My mother divorced my father, left town, and never came back when I was 17. I graduated high school, joined the Marines, and shattered my dad's plans for a global takeover. The stone path ...

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“The Bropeachment” by Scott Christenson

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“We need to arrange a family meeting,” Mom declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. She set about calling and texting our relatives, inviting them to come to our place. Blessed with a commanding presence, combined with the intellectual heft of a well-trained lawyer, people tended to do what she asked. I had to track down Jason, who had moved into the UW dorm last year, and talk him into attending.On Sunday, all my aunts and uncles sat around our living room, sipping their diet sodas and glasses of white wine, and trying to figure out...

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“183061” by Rebecca Hurst

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November 2008: Patti took a phone call from the care home at 11.42am on a windy day which blew the remaining leaves from their summer host. By the end of that day, Patti was at one with the leaves - because all she had ever known was blown away too. The manager collared her as she walked in, immediately irritated by the intense, stewing heat within the building. She could already feel beads of sweat on her upper lip. “I didn’t know your mother could speak German,” he said as an opener. “Nor did I,” she replied. She knew she sh...

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“Pap” by Oliver Gray

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Pap“Peter Gibbons?” the nurse asked. I nodded, started to reach for my wallet, that automatic gesture we all learn early on. The one that says ‘hey, I can prove it, here are my papers’. Only they’re not papers anymore. Plastic mostly. Two-inch by three-inch chunks of some sort of polymer with some ink arranged in just the right way. The nurse waived me off and pointed down the hall. “Room f...

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“TT Never Learned” by Claudia Batiuk

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It was late in the evening on a Thursday, and I was still at work in the detox facility. I am the owner of the business. It is a detox treatment facility for females and their children who suffer from addiction. I was cleaning for the holiday season and in the middle of decluttering the donation closets at my work, my phone rang. Ithought to myself: “I hate cell phones where are the good old times?” The phonecall from Spence was anything but pleasant. Mt friend TT was laying on herdeath bed. This call came so unexpected that dropped the...

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“A Mother's Dying Confession” by Ty Warmbrodt

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I walked into my mother’s room where her hospice bed was set up. She looked small and frail propped up with pillows. Osteoporosis and rheumatoid arthritis had shriveled her achy bones into a flesh covered pile of sticks. She was tiny and wrinkled, hair thin and gray. Her eyes were sunk deep in their sockets and cloudy. She was a far cry from the vivacious young woman who pushed me on the swings and chased me around the park as a kid. I wanted to cry looking at her. Everybody’s first best friend is their mother, the unwavering protector and n...

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“Her Declining Years” by Tamara Lieberman

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The bloodroot and butterfly weeds had grown thicker in Her declining years. The wildflower garden had always had one vine-like tree lounging on the great oak, which had overspread its canopy and had become a hiding place for observant owls and rust colored squirrels alike. How had I not noticed this uncultivated plot as the burial place for her secret? A secret that was mine as well despite my lack of awareness. But it was there entwined in the roots of the great oak nourishing it like a bastardized Tree of Knowledge...

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“Echoes in the Silence” by Cody Cole

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The stale, undecorated room held the scent of antiseptic and the faint aroma of wilting roses. Ava sat in the corner, her fingers intertwined nervously on her lap. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor offered an unsettling cadence to her thoughts, and it drowned out the echoes of oblivion that surrounded her weary uncle, Oliver Reed. Once a vibrant man with laughter that filled every corner of the room, he now lay fragile, a mere shadow of his former self, swallowed by tubes and his unforgiving grasp of illness. As she watched the light ...

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“Cry of Iron ” by Makayla Bunchek

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CW: Body horror, gore, talks of self-hatred, work accident. It felt as if the cold sheets engulfed me, reminding me of the fate I was left in all because of a single mistake. A single one. The single thought of it made me just want to scream, to cry out–yet I couldn’t. Multiple chords deteriorated all because of the mistake I made. Months ago, I made the simplest mistake that left me unrecognizable. Simply I should have paid attention, kept my head up, and just listened to what Garrick told me. “Always listen for the moderator to see when th...

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“Sarah and Saint Anthony” by Dave Bolin

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"Anthony! My favorite hospice chaplain! Come in." "Sarah, I'm your only hospice chaplain." "Nevertheless. Where have you been?" "I do have other patients." "But none you love more than me." "None that I love more than you." "Good boy. Sit down." "Yes, ma'am." "Anthony, hold my hand." "Okay." "How long have you been coming to see me?" "I think about six months now." "That's a long time." "It's really not, Sarah." "It is when the doctor says you only have six months to live." "Fair enough." "My six months are up." "It wasn't a hard deadline, I...

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“To Tell or Not to Tell” by John Steckley

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Sheriff George was not happy about what he was about to do, but he had made a promise. Ralph, the man who had hired him originally, and who was his predecessor as police chief was in the hospital, soon to die, probably only to live for a week or so at best. Ralph had called George on the phone and made him promise to see him there. And George would not break a promise to the man whom he respected so much.When he got to the hospital, he stalled a while in front of the elevator, before he pushed the fatal button. When he r...

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“The weight of secrets” by Chaz Rodriguez

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The hospital room was dimly lit, the walls a sterile white that echoed the sterile atmosphere within. Machines beeped softly, their rhythms a constant reminder of the fragility of life. In the center of the room, a bed lay occupied by Samuel Hargrove, a man whose once robust frame had withered to a shadow of its former self. His breath came in shallow gasps, and the pallor of his skin suggested he was more spirit than flesh. Around him, seated in a semicircle, were his family members—his wife, Ellen, their two children, Clara and Jake,...

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On their deathbed, a relative/friend/partner admits to a horrible crime. Will the narrator reveal the secret or keep it hidden?

Submissions are closed

✍️ 67 stories

“Losing My Religion” by Ghost Writer

“The Last Breath of Silence” by Jim LaFleur

“LAUGH OUT LOUD: DEATHBED DIARIES” by Darvico Ulmeli

“My Fathers Secret” by Shanel Fortney

“The Bropeachment” by Scott Christenson

“183061” by Rebecca Hurst

“Pap” by Oliver Gray

“TT Never Learned” by Claudia Batiuk

“A Mother's Dying Confession” by Ty Warmbrodt

“Her Declining Years” by Tamara Lieberman

“Echoes in the Silence” by Cody Cole

“Cry of Iron ” by Makayla Bunchek

“Sarah and Saint Anthony” by Dave Bolin

“To Tell or Not to Tell” by John Steckley

“The weight of secrets” by Chaz Rodriguez

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