"Come with us,” two burly men in gray suits say, grabbing you by the arm and handcuffing you. “You know what you did.” But you have no idea.

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“Just Same Old, Same Old (-Not)” by Aerin Rebecca ✨🌈

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Windy Davis was just your typical 6th grader.She had wild, strawberry blond hair that fell to her waist; large, gray-blue eyes; and always wore jean shorts and tank tops. Windy Davis took karate, hated when people called her ‘Wendy’, and was bold—she was loud and spoke her mind.She hadn’t done anything wrong, as far as she knew.So it was no surprise when it was an, er, surprise to Windy when she woke up in a dimly lit room.*****Windy had been lying on a cot—the kind at a nurses office: blue-gray leather covered in a sheet of thin paper. The ...

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“Lilith” by Nancy Drayce

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Do you want me to tell you a story about a girl who was captured? I bet your first thought was that she was chained or locked in some room, but no, she was trapped inside of her own mind.She was standing still. The blood was pounding in her ears so that every sound around her was muffled. She was barefoot; she could feel gooey and tick pound of liquid beneath her feet. A sound of a siren went off. The same sound was giving her a headache while the blood pounding hasn’t stopped. The taste of metal began pinching her tongue and palates. All th...

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“Thou who seeks pie” by Samantha Davis

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"Come with us", two burly men in grey suits say, grabbing you painfully by the arm and handcuffing you. "You know what you did." But you have no idea. "What did I do?" you ask the men, the question only to be followed by silence. Finally, the one with the swollen black eye answers "You know." Then he motioned in the direction of the Apple pie you had just made. "It is illegal to own, sell, or use sugar outside of the white house." It was true, you thought. You had forgotten the sudden shortage of sugar. "Oh, no" you thought and quickly and s...

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“The Mail Doesn't Come on Sundays” by Alby Carter

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My sister's alarm clock was abnormally loud. Every day at 6:00 a.m. she woke us both up with a never-ending loop of Michael Jackson songs. Even worse, she always 'forgot' to turn it off when she left, leaving me to march down to her apartment and unplug it, lest my eardrums burst. Her apartment was below mine, but our walls were thin and her phone's volume was always turned to the highest point possible. I’d like to say I always made the best of it, but that would be disloyal to my character. Today, however, the Ted talk she’d sent me was st...

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“Fall into the Bottle Bank ” by Jubilee Forbess

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I stepped back into the light, tilting my head this way and that to get a better look at Victoria. She had just floated down the stairs of her house and was wearing a long silver dress, one that dragged to the carpet and made me dizzy in the best way. Good thing I was alive to see it. See, I missed last year's prom due to being, like, dead and all that stuff. Victoria being the considerate girlfriend she is, decided to put her dress and my finely cut jawline to use and staged a mock prom in her backyard. It was a welcome back from the dead/p...

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“Are You Ready?” by BRoOkE HAs A COwBoY HAt

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"Come with us." Two burly men in gray suits grab you by the arm and handcuff you. "You know what you did." But you have no idea. They shove you into the backseat of a black car with tinted windows. So tinted that you can't see out of them. Your heart is racing, and your palms are sweating. The handcuffs are digging into your wrists, and you are biting your tongue to prevent the urge to shout out. You don't know what these men could do. "Now, do not say a word unless we ask you a question. Also, do not touch anything unless we say it is okay....

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“Isolation Therapy” by Jonathan Blaauw

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Less than 30 seconds. That was all it took to change Dr. Amanda Robertson’s life forever. One moment of madness during a Morning Live interview wiped out 15 years of ceaseless toil that had seen her rise to the top of her chosen field. Now it was all gone; her professional reputation was destroyed and her career was over. Rome wasn’t built in a day, but it burned in one. That old adage had taken on stark relevance for Amanda in the days following her spectacular on-screen meltdown. It summed things up perfectly. Plenty...

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“soul thief” by Eden Conner

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Dear Journal, The men in gray suits are coming. They always have been. Coming to collect those of us who have sinned against society. Trust me, we are the baseball cards that fit oh so perfectly into their greedy, child like hands. Their explanations for collection are about as nonexistent as the money in my family's pocket. Dad's hands are cracked and filled with oil and despair. Mom's once curly hair flies in a poofy mound atop her sweaty forehead. No matter how many hours my parents work at the suit factory, we seem to be in a con...

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“Our Woman - Not Quite - in Caracas” by Kristin Neubauer

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I should be afraid. I’m afraid of spiders scurrying across the floor. I’m afraid of leaving the oven on in my apartment. I’m afraid of being pushed on stage during Karaoke Night. Certainly I should be afraid of these camouflage-clad Venezuelan soldiers shouting at me. But I’m not afraid. I’m just mad. Well, that’s dumb, you may be thinking. Yeah, you’re right. It is dumb. Everything about this day has been dumb. Dumb that I woke up at 3 am to spend nine hours on a cramped flight (middle seat) to Ca...

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“I've got no idea” by Nirosha P

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I live alone in a huge house that feels bare and eerie in the night. But I still stay, I don’t want to move. I suppose I have to tell you why now. My mum died giving birth to me. My dad was so grieved that he ( to say it politely) killed himself a week later. Yeah, my dad left this world and wouldn’t even stay alive for his daughter. So obviously, I was put into foster care. To summarise it, that place was rubbish. Moving on. I had sworn to myself I would buy this house as soon as I could. It was my family’s house. Where all m...

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“The Lionheart Concord” by Leya Newi

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"Come with us," two burly men in gray suits say, grabbing me by the arm and handcuffing me. "You know what you did." But I have absolutely no idea. I think I’m a pretty decent person. I try not to break the law, I volunteer at animal shelters, soup kitchens, etc., etc. I haven’t dropped out of school. I’m unfortunately not dating anyone. I’m nice to my sisters, mostly. I always meet my deadlines. And I definitely don’t deal with creepy, kidnapping psychopaths! I struggle against the handcuffs and open my mouth to scream for help, but...

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“Suits Your Taste” by Rayhan Hidayat

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"Come with us,” two burly men in gray suits say, grabbing you by the arm and handcuffing you. “You know what you did.”But you have no idea.In fact, this staggering absence of an idea is so profound that your bound hands continue to clutch the Sainsbury’s carrier bag. They’re bound in front, not behind, thank goodness. At this point, you are quite certain that you will make the walk home at quarter past eleven in the unnerving stillness that is the suburbs at this hour. At this point, life is as it should be, and you will meet any suggestions...

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“Fiction Vs Reality” by Sayani Sarkar

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Sitting on a wooden bench in front of a deli, you’re ravishing a tuna sandwich with extra mustard. It’s a busy Friday evening and the deli is swarming with people.It’s your first night out in a month. The last few weeks have been hazy for you. You haven’t taken a bath in forever, nor have you eaten properly in days. This happens every time you start off with a new project. But work is self-satisfying. You willingly let yourself get pulled into an alternate universe. A universe where everything is in your control and you’re the sole creator.Y...

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“Good Enough” by Kathleen March

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"Come with us,” two burly men in gray suits say, grabbing me by the arm and handcuffing me. “You know what you did.” I have no idea at all what I’ve done, believe me. I don’t even know any burly men except for the ones I’ve seen in B movies. And I’ve certainly never been handcuffed. Any of my little missteps as a child were completely innocent and none would ever classify as crimes.Of course I have no idea. I’m going to repeat that in case you missed it the first time. I have not done anything wrong. I am the typical Goody Two-Shoes. Yo...

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“Where was I?” by San T.

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My head throbbed and ached and felt fuzzy. I clambered up from the bed. Balancing myself, I found that I had gone off to bed fully dressed – with suit and tie and everything. I could not remember why. Did I drink a lot last night? Probably. Where was I last night? How did I reach home? A thousand questions rang in my head. But I could not remember anything at all. My eyesight seemed blurry, and I found that I had a bandage on my head. So, I had hurt myself too last night. Hell of a hangover!I felt the walls with my fingers and reached the me...

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"Come with us,” two burly men in gray suits say, grabbing you by the arm and handcuffing you. “You know what you did.” But you have no idea.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 112 stories

“Just Same Old, Same Old (-Not)” by Aerin Rebecca ✨🌈

“Lilith” by Nancy Drayce

“Thou who seeks pie” by Samantha Davis

“The Mail Doesn't Come on Sundays” by Alby Carter

“Fall into the Bottle Bank ” by Jubilee Forbess

“Are You Ready?” by BRoOkE HAs A COwBoY HAt

“Isolation Therapy” by Jonathan Blaauw

“soul thief” by Eden Conner

“Our Woman - Not Quite - in Caracas” by Kristin Neubauer

“I've got no idea” by Nirosha P

“The Lionheart Concord” by Leya Newi

“Suits Your Taste” by Rayhan Hidayat

“Fiction Vs Reality” by Sayani Sarkar

“Good Enough” by Kathleen March

“Where was I?” by San T.

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Twenty minutes before you are about to get married, you find your mother and your fiancé kissing passionately.

Every year, one person is sent to the moon. This year, though you hid in terror, it is your turn to enter the rocket.

You thought he was dead, but there he is, right in front of you on the street, smiling at you.

You are the only one in the supermarket during a blizzard. Feeling creeped out, you decide to leave, when suddenly you find a baby abandoned on the floor.

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