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

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“THE DEAD DO NOT GET WET” by A Caesar

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THE DEAD DO NOT GET WET. Time does not heal all wounds, it merely helps in forgetting. That is the only explanation for my shaking hands and quivering lips, for the shattered cup and spilt coffee, and the erratic beating of my heart. Of all the places I imagined, of all my twisted fantasies I never expected it to be this way. He was just right there, right in front of me, staring at me with the same crooked smile I see when I dream. My eyes, brimming with tears, roamed down his form, rewriting and correcting everything that was fade...

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“Lurking in the Dark Beyond the Street Light” by Essy Dean

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Niomi walked down the street on her way home. She had always enjoyed walking home at night after a show. It was her time to unwind. Tonight she had taken a loop around her block, trying to rid of the adrenaline rush that always cascaded over her when she got to the end of a performance. There was something about the role of Queen Margaret in Henry VI that had always invigorated her - even in high school, before she thought theatre was a viable career. "Niomi." She thought she recognized the voice coming from behind her. She turned. The hai...

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“A Brittle Tuxedo” by Jake Rothman

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The night air was fresh. She was returning from a jog, one of the many activities she tried and failed to integrate into her daily routine. Slowing to a walk, she crossed the street, stepping on the pavement she crossed every weekday to make the bus when she was young. She walked up the steps to her home and was about to enter when she recognized the pristine silence surrounding her. She paused, doorknob in hand. Her memories of life here were marked by the vibrant sounds of the community: laughing children, barking dogs, and occasional sire...

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“Killer Love” by Natalie Larsen

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Ava stopped in her tracks when she heard the voice. His voice. She didn’t want to turn. Every nerve in her body was screaming for her to run. But she couldn’t run. If he found her here, he would find her anywhere. But… how? Her mind cried. “Ava?” The voice tauntingly repeats. It’s cautious, but mocking in tone. As if his voice controlled her, Ava turned to face him. She thought he was dead, but there he was, right in front of her on the street, smiling at her. Run! Her mind screeched at her. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she took...

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“It's You!” by Shaelyn Bradle

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There was no exciting moment to pinpoint or standout introduction committed to memory. Jackson was always just there. We were inseparable, long since before I could even remember. It sounds cliché, but we literally did everything together - same schools, every birthday party, and countless play dates. He was there for me though my first breakup and I was there for his parents’ divorce. It wasn’t until college that we didn’t see each other every day, and even then, we still called at least 3 times a week. And after college, we both moved here...

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“Mildred, darling” by Lauryn Mason

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My name is Mildred. I am a 55 year old woman with a husband, and 4 kids. I have had my 4 children with 3 different men so you could imagine that I have not had the best of luck when it comes to romance. The first 2 men I had children with were smart enough to leave me. However the third was not so lucky. My children know how violent I tend to be, and it’s not as if I try to hide it either. My children know best over anyone what I am capable of. Ever since I was a child I have committed violence. A part of the reasons for my actions have been...

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“interview about that winter” by Y W

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i think it was during winter. first snow of the year. i was waiting for someone or something that i no longer remember. my hands were trembling while my feet gently left its print on the thin layer of snow that was forming. i sat on a bench in the middle of a boulevard, crowded with friends and couples hanging their last nights together before christmas. if i'm not wrong, it was the honk of a car, or the bark of a dog? no. it was the cry of a baby whose stroller bumped into a pole. that cry had caught my eyes' attention towards that directio...

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“Happy” by William Tells

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We were dirt among the golden city. Nothing made us happy but comfort with each other. When we were young he promised me he would make me happy. Why? I would ask. “Because you are my daisy, Daisy.” He would laugh back at me while planting a daisy in my hair. Mother would tisk whenever she saw me with one in my hair. “The boy isn’t good for you. He’s poor like us, he won’t make you happy.” She would say while shaking her head in disapproval. “I’ll make you happy.” He promised me and I would nod back at him, I soo...

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“"And You Thought I Was Dead"” by Spirit Carter

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While walking down the street towards the Clamor Estate, my home, I stare up at the sky, the dark sky that almost seems like a blanket of the night that’s sprinkled with stars. I stare ahead of me again and lift my hand, resting it over my right eye, palming the eye patch over the socket, sniffing as my Black Tea-Cup Fox ears bend down as my Black tail sways slowly behind me as I walk slowly, a gate in my step as I drop my hand back down into my pocket, palming the pack of cigarettes in my pocket, contemplating smoking one, then shaking my h...

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“A horrible memory” by Mince Mojou

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Hi! My name is S, and something unexpected has happened to me for a long time, but my memory is still so fresh as if it’s just happened yesterday. No need to waste your time, I will start my story. It was a story of me and my mysterious ex-boyfriend. I and my him accidentally met each other when we played a game called X. He was really charming, and the way he chatted with me was just so cute and funny that I gradually grew a crush on him. After three months chatting through game, we decided to meet each other. My first impression when...

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“Dead Man Walks Again” by Doa Jamal

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I thought he was dead, but there he was, right there in front of me, smiling through the window. Shivering, I quickly close the curtains, move away from the window, and shove my hand in my pocket. Just as I pull my cell phone out to call 911, it rings. The name reads Lil’ Bro. I pick it up, grateful that it’s a family member. “Zaid! Help! He’s-” A scornful, arrogant laugh cuts me off. That’s not Zaid’s laugh. I stand in silence for a second, trying to figure out who it is and I realize just as I hear a crow cawing, both through the ph...

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“Counterfeit” by Tim Benson

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“Counterfeit” Some people would say Alex was in a rut but he preferred to think of it as his morning Zen. A double latte with skim milk along with one warm cinnamon roll, enjoyed outside on the pier at the table in front of the slip where he moored his boat. The pier was quiet at that time of day; a few charter fishing boats heading out to beat the midday rush of tourists and a handful of people opening the small shops and cafes that sat shoulder to shoulder along each side of the landside entrance. After nearly four years in business as a c...

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“Blueberry Pancakes In Eternity ” by Caroline Gerber

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I awoke in a house only occupied by me. It was too early to leave my bed. There were birds outside the window. I tried to imagine their conversations. What subjects deserved such passionate shrieks? Just as my eyes grew heavy trying to capture an extra moment’s rest, the birds’ discourse was interrupted by the ringtone dedicated to my coworker. There was no need to wonder about the subject of this communication. Twenty minutes later, it was 4:50 and the dawn was making its way to sunrise. In a black suit and neutral lipstick, I made m...

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“When Reality Strikes” by Teeni Tani

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Hands tied behind my back, and bounded by a thick brown rope. There was a long, silver, chain around my neck that was secured in the cold, grey, cement. I couldn’t move without the chain hurting my neck. My mouth was shut with duct tape, I tried to scream and yell, nothing but muffled noise came out of my mouth. Finally, she came out of the jet-black, ghastly room, pointing and looking at me with her dark brown, piercing eyes and said, “You thought he was dead but, there he is, right in front of you on the street, smiling at you.” &nbsp...

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“Blunderbore Comes to Kibworth's Market” by Cain Adomnain

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Tomorrow is market day in Kibworth. Hudde Cook said he was taking five Kibworth crosses to the market. “Jack, I thought we sold all that goose’s eggs years ago. Imagine how surprised I was when I found five crosses,” said Hudde, twisting his head on his now crooked shoulders to look up at me. I laughed and patted my friend on the shoulder. That’s what we did with the golden eggs. No one around here could afford a whole golden egg. After we turned them into golden crosses, we could sell every egg that goose could lay. Hudde, Jack Pawley...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 412 stories

“THE DEAD DO NOT GET WET” by A Caesar

“Lurking in the Dark Beyond the Street Light” by Essy Dean

“A Brittle Tuxedo” by Jake Rothman

“Killer Love” by Natalie Larsen

“It's You!” by Shaelyn Bradle

“Mildred, darling” by Lauryn Mason

“interview about that winter” by Y W

“Happy” by William Tells

“"And You Thought I Was Dead"” by Spirit Carter

“A horrible memory” by Mince Mojou

“Dead Man Walks Again” by Doa Jamal

“Counterfeit” by Tim Benson

“Blueberry Pancakes In Eternity ” by Caroline Gerber

“When Reality Strikes” by Teeni Tani

“Blunderbore Comes to Kibworth's Market” by Cain Adomnain

🌟 Similar prompts

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.

"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.

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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