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Write a story where two characters are playing hide and seek, literally or metaphorically.

Posted in Fluff on Oct 26, 2022

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✍️ 27 stories

Hunter and Prey

Submitted to Contest #124

CW: Adult content, and though there is a perceived threat of SA, none takes place.“Ready or not, here I come.” A maniacal laugh echoed through the forest surrounding Jamie. He didn’t dare stop and listen for which direction it came from, even if he wanted to.An unsolicited shiver ran through him, and he pumped his legs faster, narrowly missing a low branch to the face. A late night fog had set in before he’d entered the woods, making it harder to see without the earlier moonlight filtering through the trees. He hadn’t expected it to be so da...

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In The Icy Hands of Time

Submitted to Contest #124

A gust of wind drove down the valley, grazing my feet. I stood firmly, inhaling a mix of icy wind with nostalgic memories. I felt lethargic and sounded like a panting dog. It was the first path I have ever taken in life that was bestrewed with rocks and not litter. I felt a sense of purity, and I could tell my mind would be cleared after our hike. I could tell I would be able to face whatever happened that day. It is not every day that you get to do things and cross them out your bucket list. All around me were the sweetest of voices whisp...

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As Children Do

Submitted to Contest #124

“Ninety-Seven, Ninety-Eight, Ninety-Nine, ONE HUNDRED. Ready or not! HERE I COME!” I spun out of the corner I had smushed my face into. The herringbone parquet flooring glows golden, reflecting the light from the hallway lamps. My Mary-Janes slap against it as I run towards the giant mahogany staircase. I reach the carpet covered stairway and start thundering up them with the abandon of youth and enthusiasm. As I run, the crystal tear drops of the chandelier tinkle as they vibrate and shake from the force of my passage. Mrs McIntosh, the hou...

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Mary's Girl Child

Submitted to Contest #124

Sept, 1983Mary Richardson stood at her kitchen window watching the evening sun play on the leaves of the grove of poplar that screened her house from the road. It was late September, the leaves were in their full autumn glory - for the first time in her life, she felt at peace. Slowly going over in her mind all the things that had led her to this place.Raised on a farm just outside Val Marie, Saskatchewan, the only child of a family broken by years of drought. Pregnant at an early age, moving to Lethbridge Alberta in 1947 after losing the ba...

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Tiger print

Submitted to Contest #124

Matt was twelve, his brothers were eight, and the townhouse they played hide and seek in was four. Their father was the second owner of the still-considered-new, mostly concrete, three-story home, and this was the first time that the boys had the place to themselves. They were playing hide and seek because their dad didn’t have any toys at his house. He wasn’t the type of dad that tried to make his kids comfortable, but the brothers didn’t mind; they did more than make due. They were pleased that their father said he’d be away at the store f...

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One One-Thousand

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One One-Thousand I love her. I have always loved her. The realisation dawns on me and takes my breath away, what little I have left. I rock back on my heels and resume pumping her chest, struggling to recall my High School First Aid class from thirty years before. Her body feels cold, lifeless, fragile under my rough hands: how I imagine her corpse will feel. Light-headed from the rescue breathing, I try to bury the thought and concentrate instead on squeezing her reluctant corpuscles around her body. One one-thousand, two one-thousan...

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Hide and Seek

Submitted to Contest #124

I curled in a ball in the corner of my bedroom. The room was dark as the night sky with a glow from the moon outside that allowed me to see the shapes of the objects in the room. I could make out my dresser which stood against the wall opposite my bed. In the dark, with me curled in the corner, it looked massive. I hoped the way it towered over the bed keeping me masked in it’s shadow I would be safe.  Noises I tried to explain to myself as shuffling of feet or the moving of furniture. I could here a whisper. It was someone calling my n...

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Have a Great Trip!

Submitted to Contest #124

The last person Brett would have liked to go on vacation with was his wife.  But, as she tended to remind him, they were reaching their twentieth anniversary and he’d had more than sufficient time to ‘pack his bags and take off without a note like a fucking coward.’ She was right, of course. Brett had not packed so much as a set of nail clippers when his wife, overshadowing the bedroom door and watching him coolly, radiating unbelievable powers of silent scorn caused him to zip up the suitcase and stow it under the bed before his insi...

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Gone Too Soon

Submitted to Contest #124

Tommy raised the rifle to his shoulder and quickly rounded the corner, taking a knee as he entered the hallway. His finger hovered over the trigger while he peered down the corridor through the gun’s sights, patiently waiting for any sign of movement. Through his peripherals, he counted the rooms. Three total. Two on the right at either end. One on the left in the middle. He would need to zigzag down the hallway to clear them one at a time. All three rooms had their doors shut, and Tommy couldn’t decide if he was grateful or suspicious of th...

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Met-a-farce 2030

Submitted to Contest #124

In this new world, your heart can be used against you. I didn’t know it back then.I never thought I would find love in the ruins. Yet, it was where our eyes locked for the first time. You were standing like a queen near the recessed arch of the pink-hued Lotus Mahal in Hampi; your purple eyes admiring the birds carved on a pillar. I had just found my way out of the frenzied participants at the nearby elephant stables- Saturday evening crowd clamouring to get on the back of 40-year-old elephants to wage duels. It got on my nerves. I throttled...

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The Fight of the Century

Submitted to Contest #124

Words: 2463                                                     The Fight of the Century                               FDNY Lieutenant Mike Mose...

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Peek-a-boo

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Sensitive issue: This contains a reference to induced labour and stillbirth which may be disturbing to some readers.I had never cared much for flying—stuck in a sardine can for three hours or more. I invented ways to entertain myself. People-watching was my favourite, but sometimes I found other people watching me. I found that a bit unnerving. Children were the worst—they have a very direct gaze.The child in the seat in front of me was doing it now. A baby really, very cute. She was staring at me from between the two seatbacks, her round, b...

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Hurry Little White

Submitted to Contest #124

“Ready or not, here I come.”I turn to face the grove, the sudden change of light blinding my eyes before it settles on the cacophony of green. This is quite possibly the thousandth time I’ve done this by now. The aforementioned 999th time was last spring, same date same time and same place. Every year, I come back here and I look. Of course a year goes by a lot quicker than you might think it goes, for me, it’s nothing but a petal. Think of that petal, now watch it fall, slowly of course, but eventually it’ll land somewhere as the wind of ti...

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Found

Submitted to Contest #124

Wednesday 16 February: Hide and Seek“I know you’re in here,” Molly called out as she pushed open the oak door, her cheery voice floating on the hollow feeling that she ought not to be doing this.For that matter, neither should Mary, whose feet Molly had spotted, under the curtain. Holding her breath, she padded across the faded rug and jerked the velvet aside, to expose her sister’s hiding place.But Mary was not there. Just her shoes, the glossy leather reflecting the window’s wan light.A hand clapped down on Molly’s shoulder. “God, Mary, do...

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Hide and Seek

Submitted to Contest #124

Alright, just breathe, relax.  Chase Green had a beautiful mind, dripped in honey and malt, pure genius. She's the one who said we should play. In December when the ground was frozen hard as stone as the weather took a turn. In December when the air smelled of spiced pears and cracked pepper. It whirled around us as we ran, streaming in luxurious patterns from the homes lining the old dirt road. There were five of us then. First breathe in. Asher Kent had a poisonous mind, washed in salt and syrup, absolute darkness. He’s the one who ...

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