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Write a story that ends with the narrator revealing a secret.

Posted in Mystery on Jun 25, 2021

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A Mother's Leverage

Submitted to Contest #42

Shimmering rays of hope traverse the Tucson horizon where hundreds of thousands will soon awaken to greet the new day. In a few moments, daylight edges its way underneath the coffee-colored curtains of the modestly-furnished hotel room where a beautiful but shattered woman is lying in bed, tissue in hand. Moments pass. The determined rays of light begin to banish some of the darkness in the room. The brightness of this new day's advance seems a striking contrast to the despair evident in Danielle's amber eyes. Her eyelashes are glistening wi...

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Joe

Submitted to Contest #42

Us youngsters put our feet forward. We want recognition. I’m not the person to speak for fame, attention and publicity, I do this for life. I am speaking out. We may think this is our own life, but really we live for everyone. And so, I would also like to take this moment to thank every person on this very planet during this time. From famine to homelessness, we have all been there; now we must do the same, always.We may not like the judgements and choices of such people, but we must stand by them to save ourselves. Politics are not nee...

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Truth or Dare

Submitted to Contest #42

"Truth or dare," she asked, rosy lips curling over newly straightened teeth in the pale moonlight."Truth", the boy says, snickering while moonlight catches honeysuckle hair and eyes that glinted like sapphire."Hmph," The girl says, thinking of a worthy enough question to send the boy into a frenzied state. "What is your biggest fear."He smiled shyly before speaking "Oblivion.""Oblivion?" The girl questioned, a playful smile tugging at her lips "Why fear oblivion?"He shrugged simply before rubbing his hands over a stained carpet. He clasped t...

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In the wake of Death

Submitted to Contest #42

The landline was the first one to wail. It had last spoken a few years back, of that old grandma, in a far-away village, who could still recall those 7 digits of her nephew’s home phone. The grandma could no longer call from where she was now, and yet the landline broke its silence once again that morning. It was the mother who picked it up. Soon, her body dropped to the floor and she gave a loud, painful shriek... one that would reverberate and haunt the neighborhood for a long long time....It was really a chilly morning in November, made c...

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But, Calista...

Submitted to Contest #42

I breathe in deeply, trying to remember the lessons about lying that my mother taught me years ago. I open my eyes, staring into the cop’s eyes.He leans to the other person, whispering. I still hear it, “She fits the description, black hair, and blue eyes.”“Katrina Hemlin?” he asks, directed to me this time. I nod and the police continues, “You were friends with Calista Normf?” The name unleashes a flood of emotions, and I try to keep it in. Tears sting my eyes, I don’t bother to keep them hidden. Maybe the cops will let me go, most of ...

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Wish You Away.

Submitted to Contest #42

Thank you so much to Ruth Porritt who gave me the brilliant idea of concluding my other story, "Wish You Were Here." I suggest reading that story before this one. I am proud to share with you the thrilling sequel to "Wish You Were Here." I hope you enjoy it!Daniella stretched her arms far behind her head. She scratched Lucy her cat. George was sitting on his computer scrolling through articles.“I’m going for a walk.” Declared Daniella.Her husband made a grunting noise, then continued to read. She stood up, and patted Lucy one last time, and ...

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The Monster

Submitted to Contest #42

Everyone's favorite thing to talk about is "The Monster". I don't understand what the big deal is. So, there's a monster. What's so bad about a monster?One thing that no one knows, though, is if it's a human or a creature. What do you think? You've heard of it, haven't you? Most likely.If it is a human, then they must have some messed up things inside of their head. If it's a creature, then it's kind of fine. Just because it's a creature and it might come from a savage species.The government has been looking for The Monster for years now. At...

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The Hermit

Submitted to Contest #42

She arrived earlier than she should have. I led her in through the back door, where she had been waiting for a half hour, and took her into the kitchen.  “Would you like coffee?”  “No.” “Please, sit here.”  She sat down on the seat opposite mine. I drank coffee as she settled her bags beneath the table. “Remind me your name again?” “Frida,” she said. Frida wore two pearl earrings, a silver necklace, and red lipstick; her hair, gray and short, was tucked behind her ears; her nails were long and violet. She straightened her back...

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Smokescreen

Submitted to Contest #42

Marlene sat in the front booth of the diner. It was a nice colour. Duck egg, people called it, and it was comfy. It was leather, feather padded, with a sleek, varnished table. Marlene liked booths. They gave her just the right amount of privacy, but at the same time never emitted any feelings of coolness to a passer by. This one wasn't any different from the last or the next booth, and it would work just fine.The diner was... bright? It looked as though the architect and designer were mainly inspired by bizarre and fantastical candy shops. T...

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Where It All Began

Submitted to Contest #42

Maria takes off her gloves and smells her hands, immersing herself her favourite fragrance. She then looks at the reflection in the mirror; the old lady with a permed white hair, with the reading glasses on top of the nose bridge that is unable to hide the wrinkles on her face.Maria then washes her hands and dries them, then walks out of the public restroom that is freshly painted with her favourite colour, flashing the biggest smile on her face after sixty years.Despite my old age, I am glad that I can continue my passion.---At Maria’s seve...

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Goodnight, Daniel

Submitted to Contest #42

I put on my black dress shoes, grabbed my umbrella, and headed out the door. The sky was a light gray, and I could feel the rain coming down lightly, but surely. It was days like this that I really enjoyed, when the sun was at rest behind the clouds and the rain cleansed the busy streets of the city. Eventually, I made my way to the cemetery where I saw a green field and a slick black casket in the middle of a large group of people. Saying goodbye had always been hard for me, but Daniel deserved it more than anyone.  As I made my way to...

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Doubles

Submitted to Contest #42

The traffic was badly backed up on the freeway and my annoyance was beginning to turn into an aching tiredness. I could hardly wait to get home and relax, maybe have a hot bath. I rested my elbow on the door and laid my head against it. Slowly, slowly, I inched forward. My phone suddenly rang and I answered using my Bluetooth. “Hey, Amber honey. Are you nearly home?” came the deep voice of my husband. “Sort of, but traffic is terrible and I’m stuck right in it,” I complained. “Long day at work?” he asked. “Always, but especially today becaus...

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The Hanging Garden

Submitted to Contest #42

A man sat at the edge of his bed in a darkened room. Everything there was clean and in place. All except the man himself. He sat staring into the wall as though it had some great knowledge to give him. The wall had no reply. The entire room was silent. The man finally arose from his seat and left the room. He entered into a large living room, similar to the bedroom, which was very clean, and the walls were all painted white. The light of this open room finally revealed what this man was wearing. It looked like a jump suit, all in white. The ...

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Arise Sun, Arise Moon.

Submitted to Contest #42

Dorothy Moon. That was her name. He liked how it sounded on his tongue and how the o’s made him think whoa. His first reaction to an arranged marriage was ughh, but once he heard that name it was like it was meant to be. Of course he never met her before, but yet it felt like he knew her. His dad has told him many things.  First thing she had red hair and green eyes, second she was part of the cheerleading squad. Dorothy Moon.  His … forever ….. always. Although he didn’t know how she looked and was bound to find out soon he w...

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The lion's den

Submitted to Contest #42

After work, I realised it's been raining all day, so I chose to stay inside. Lazy mood upon my existence. Of many people that walked in and out, I recognised only one professor with whom I never had the chance to interact but knew he was a likeable persona, or so the students thought. And if such was students' verdict, then it's decided - he has to be this way. At first, I was reading today's newspaper, and then only pretending to be invested in the reading, I found myself right in the middle of a conversation between some couple that v...

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