Write a short story that ends with a twist.

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“Whatever Happen to Him” by Angie DiCervo

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As a boy born in Cuba in 1965 to a couple married. His father whom Theresa loved much was a doctor and his mother who was his everything a woman of noble background. Born in a time of lack, poverty, minimal resources, but grown to have values, achievement, high expectations, pride and fear of nothing.Growing up was a tough thing for Mat, being the only boy flanked by two sisters one older, the other younger. He was placed to be the responsible one to take good care of them in any situation. If when his father went away, he was left in charge...

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“Meet Kiesha” by Jeneal Woodard

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Deidre was growing frustrated and scared. Marj was gone. She paced back and forth across the room. “Okay, okay, okay,” she said smacking herself on the side of the head. What do I need to do?. What haven’t I thought of? Where else do I need to look? Earlier:Something felt off when she woke up that morning. There was a strange quiet in her bedroom. She had overslept; which was unusual. It was 8:30. Marj always woke her up for her frosted cereal around 7 every morning. The seven year old was like ...

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“One More Step” by Ay Jay

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The wind howled over the lonely, rainswept sands, the ocean joining its song. The chorus of frigid and stormy noise on the beach accompanied the single being that walked on two legs amongst the birds and the sand fleas. It was a young girl, soaked as the sands that sank under her bare feet, hair stringy as the grasses that danced in waves behind her. There was a reason she walked alone, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her raincoat, chin tucked into her sweatshirt collar. It was great, and it was frightening. The girl-- whose name is Ol...

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“Lake Side Cottage” by Christina Doyle

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Aurora had told me of this old place. The murders at lake side cottage would make for an intriguing story. Being a journalist was not an easy job. I needed a new piece of work to submit; this was it. It had been fifteen years since the lake side murders. The family had been camping for the weekend, when they were brutally beaten and stabbed to death. The police had never been able to catch the killer and up until now the case had remained cold. The parents had been found down stairs, their bodies sprawled on the floor in a pool of bl...

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“Nicer than the New-Builds” by Deborah Mercer

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People always seemed to say, “Oh, you live in one of the nice new-builds then!” It made Tessa inclined to reconsider her opinion that the word “nice” was much-maligned. It wasn’t always possible to judge the nuance, and perhaps it was as well. Not exactly envy, not exactly contempt, and she supposed she could be reading way too much into it. She didn’t hate her little semi on Willow Way, but she was pretty sure she’d never love it either. It was a neat redbrick little house with a gabled roof ...

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“What Color is a Mirror? ” by Gabi Rose

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The clock tick-tocked on the beige wall. The Crown Court jury was silent. I had to be strong. I knew I hadn’t gone mad. The judge's penetrating stare tore right through me, impatiently waiting for a reply, but I didn’t have one to give. A Cheshire cat’s smile bobbed in the air above the windowsill. I lifted a hand to my eyepatch and gingerly touched the dark cover. My mind’s eye was leaping over everything that had happened in the past year, calculating and reshaping the possible outcomes. Every rabbit trail ended here. There wasn’t any othe...

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“Shack” by Barry Truman

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One doomed mortal always trudged off through a driving snowstorm on a vaporous, gloomy, full mooned night - wolves howling and prowling - to hunt or shop or otherwise provide for luckless earthling #2, who stayed alone in the shack. One of them died horribly and the other went crazy and also had a tendency to die eventually.Crazy Alice was found dead in her rocking chair on the front “stoop” of her “hand-hewn, one-roomed shanty.” Her husband had taken off at night to find provisions(provisions are a lot more accessible at nig...

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“Angel Umbrellas” by Brittany Rohm

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I think about the Carters every day, but most of all on Saturdays. Those are the only days when the boy with giant glasses doesn’t careen past on his bike, laden with numerous copies of the Sherman County Journal and struggling to stay upright. Mr. Carter used to read that paper every weeknight while Mrs. Carter prepared dinner, and every Sunday morning while she scrambled eggs. Sometimes Mr. Carter would mutter about “that stupid goddamned war” or “that good-for-nothing Johnson,” but mostly he kept his opinions to himself. I think he just w...

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“Soulmates” by Kisha Wilson Young

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Kim had met her soulmate, Karl through her husband. It was long before their marriage issues had surfaced. He had been an acquaintance, someone her husband had known from high school. But when she had met him, and every time their paths would happen to cross after that, instinctively she would get the feeling that he was one of the good guys. Looking back now, she knew she had taken notice because he had exemplified, so effortlessly, many of the traits she had longed for in her husband at the time. He was laid back, easy to talk to and alway...

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“Circling” by Kim S

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1 I look at my face in the mirror and trace a finger along the dark bags under my eyes. My fingers reach towards the pot of lotion, but I pause, hand wavering slightly in the air, barely brushing against the lid. I sigh, the air cold in my lungs, and pull my hand back to my face to run my hands through my hair. Dry. Brittle. The dark roots have grown out, pushing away the now dull blonde. It brushes my shoulders now, far longer than it’s been in years. I twist the ends between my fingers, letting what breaks off fall onto the messy surface o...

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“Anonymous” by Megan DeRouin

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AnonymousIt can be said that in times of peace every man is a friend and in times of war every man is a foe. I have always found peace and war to be the dualities of this world. Friends and foes can be found in either. One cannot exist without the other. Men fear war and yearn for peace yet they would not know fear should peace alone exist. Perhaps it is a poor way to live, knowing that destruction is always lurking just outside your serenity, but I can only speak to that which I know.The horns had blown that morning. The enemy was advancing...

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“Aaron Tuttle” by Eddie Lay

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Seventeen-year-old Aaron Tuttle straitens his tie and attempts to smooth the wrinkles from his tuxedo jacket. Removing one sweaty hand from the corsage box, he wipes it on his trouser leg and rings the doorbell. The door opens, and his date’s father invites him in. A faint smell of Cinnamon Apple from the Yankee Candle on the small table beside him fills his senses until Jackie enters from the living room. Her poufy blue off-the-shoulder gown almost touches the floor. Light brown hair cascades down to her shoulders in waves where a small gol...

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“The Promise of a New Year ” by Tessa Gray

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It was the same each year. First came the feeling, then the need, and then, finally, the blood. He didn’t let himself wonder often. Wondering inevitably lead to longing. Longing required not just acknowledging desire, but embracing it with all the fierceness of a lovers hold. And desire was so very dangerous. But there were evenings, when the time between midnight and twilight seamed never-ending, that he couldn’t stop himself from asking. Would it be any different if he allowed the indulgence more than once every twelve months? Wo...

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“Brand New Eyes” by Sarah Kahn

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I've been stuck looking at the same four walls for two hundred and twelve days. I'm not going to simplify that and say it’s been less than a year because I don't feel like it has. I know that there are one hundred tiles on the kitchen floor and there's a stain underneath the coffee table that looks like a shadow. I can walk through this one bedroom apartment with my eyes closed and not bump into a thing. And if an object were to block my path, I’d walk through. Because I'm a g...

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“Love lives at Cedar Manor” by Cindy Bennett

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"I just can't stand nosey people, can you?" "Muriel dear, you seem to be all worked up over nothing! And in any sense, you are a bit of a nosey parker yourself!"How infuriating, Sam could be! He was supposed to be on my side! After all, we had been married for over twenty years. That had to count for something.Muriel just couldn't handle being told the truth. And she definitely couldn't stand not being in control of everything and everyone around her. Sam seemed to be the only one who "tolerated" Muriel and her idiosyncratic tendencies."Now ...

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Write a short story that ends with a twist.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 155 stories

“Whatever Happen to Him” by Angie DiCervo

“Meet Kiesha” by Jeneal Woodard

“One More Step” by Ay Jay

“Lake Side Cottage” by Christina Doyle

“Nicer than the New-Builds” by Deborah Mercer

“What Color is a Mirror? ” by Gabi Rose

“Shack” by Barry Truman

“Angel Umbrellas” by Brittany Rohm

“Soulmates” by Kisha Wilson Young

“Circling” by Kim S

“Anonymous” by Megan DeRouin

“Aaron Tuttle” by Eddie Lay

“The Promise of a New Year ” by Tessa Gray

“Brand New Eyes” by Sarah Kahn

“Love lives at Cedar Manor” by Cindy Bennett

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