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 fortune Teller” by Constantine Santas

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“Thanks For The Ride” by Daisy Bazeley

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We sat at the dark varnished table, an ashtray, a bottle of scotch, two glasses and a thousand unsaid words between us. I picked at the leather lining on my seat. Reached for my glass and took a sip. Was bitterly disappointed when nothing but air reached my lips. I poured another. "Anything you wanna say about the whole subject?" Kaufmanns low growl made my stomach wrench. I didn't want to talk at all. Not about the weather, the traffic on the street or even to exchange pleasantries with the neighbor in the hall. And I especially didn't want...

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“Weakness” by Matt Render

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No matter what anyone else says, I can erase the past. I can also mould the future. I don’t buy into the weak bullshit everyone else believes in so devoutly. There is no higher power except me; I am my own maker. Of course, I didn’t always know this. At some point, I was just like you and all the rest. I figured I was just here on the sidelines, resigned to my fate of watching everyone else having all the fun. My friends were the same way. My weak ass father was that way. Most people were. Most people stood by w...

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“Tonu Grandma” by UJJWAL DUTTA

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The story I’m going to narrate today is what happened to me when I was a very little boy. I can’t definitely tell you how old I was at that time. The details regarding my age, the class I was reading in have been lost in the unfathomable depths of oblivion. After attempting hard to recover some scraps from the darkness and stitching them, I present it before you. The thing happened in the evening by popular judgement, but to me it was dead night, enough for me to go to bed. Us...

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“Would You Change Your Fate?” by Elizabeth Burrows

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Trigger warning: depictions of suicide He should not be there standing in front of her. Standing with his arms crossed and a too big grin on his lips. She should not be seeing his unrealistic chestnut hair nor the heart shaped birthmark right above his crooked eyebrow. He shouldn’t be staring at her with his piercing dark grey eyes. He shouldn’t be here. He should be dead. He should be laying in his casket that was in the ground not grinning at her with that stupid smirk. He should have been laid out...

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“The Return of Pete Margolian” by Sue Marsh

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The Return of Pete Margolian Suzanne Marsh I was seventeen the summer of 1967. That time of my life is now just a bittersweet memory. The war in Vietnam was raging, each day the toll rose of soldiers that were either killed in action or missing in action. Pete, told me he was going to enlist and do his two years rather than wait to be drafted. That was the beginning of the end for us. Pete, was so handsome, with dark brown eyes and blond hair, I could just picture him in an Army green uniform. I was laying out in the sun when the wooden gate...

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“The Mirage” by Kaye Salangsang

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I felt someone looking at me. It sent shivers down my spine. It’s been five years, but I still remember the terror, that feeling when you know that you are about to die. Maybe I’m being over dramatic. But, I’ve known that fear. I’ve lived with it for five years.I’m in the middle of a busy restaurant in Manila, waiting for my husband for our lunch date. Samuel, my husband of barely a year, was in a meeting in another part of the city. We try our best to have these lunch dates even though we are both very busy. Our careers are very important, ...

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“My Job” by Carille Durbin

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I knew Albert was dead. I knew because I killed him. I lived beyond my means. I craved the best things in life. Designer clothes, expensive wines, exotic trips, and room service in the best hotels all cost money, more money than I had. That wasn't a problem until the credit card companies cut off my credit. I needed easy money. I started gambling. The money came rolling in. Slot machines paid well, and the Black Jack table was my friend. It didn't matter if I hadn't heard of a sports team, I wo...

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“Teased with death” by N.J Intja

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Teased by death I felt a piecing pound onto my heart when my brother knocked me out with a hurtful closed hand. I was weak enough to fight back. I don't usually dare to struggle out his monkey wretched-like hands when I am grasped. He slipped onto me furiously then grabbed me by my wrists, shaking me out of my daze ness. I began to shout at the top of my lungs. "James, let go off me! I will kill you. please, let go off me. He let go my hands and said, "Joseph, watch your tongue. Have you ever killed a person before? You o...

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“ SOULMATE - the one you met…” by M K.

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Heaven unlocked the high; perfect ray of sunshine on her cherry cheeks; her smile flowing off the speed of mercury. Not so perfectly dressed - the short, small, cute “little monster"; as her roommate called her; was ready to conquer her share of happiness. A winter jacket borrowed from a “friend” - well, she hated calling people “friends”, for reasons acceptable! And her century old running shoes, if only she could afford the boots! $100 was like a fortune for her. The thick, brown hair, long enough to tie up an entire human under its flow; ...

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“The Warmest Welcome” by D. Alfonso

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“It must be a hundred degrees out,” I muttered as I pried the window open, though it didn’t do much. I was practically baking in an oven. Who knew what this humidity would do to my hair? I just sighed and picked up my phone, reading through my texts. They all said the same thing: I’m so sorry for your loss. I scowled and scrolled for something more original. Nothing. You’d think they could come up with something better, but no such luck. I sighed again and went about my business. Victoria would probably bring some of her lasa...

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“The Weekend” by Annie Ruhangakiza

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Friday.The skyWhat about the sky? It is weirdly beautiful today. Maybe it is because it is Friday after work. The first time I have ever been out before dusk.The orange sun is slowly setting below the horizon and it is such a wonderful sight. Takes me back to the days of Jordan. JordanJordan HasteMy Jor...Used to be.I can't let these thoughts consume my day too. The nightmares of his face, haunting me with the broken look I told him I loved him. But we couldn't get married. The proposal was thoughtful. But the situation at the time was....

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“Tasting paradise” by Vincent Guillemin

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Him. This face. Sparsely-bearded, a perennial smile across his face. A big bear of a man who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Not a handsome face. Crow’s feet at the corner of his hazel eyes and deep wrinkles furrowing his forehead. Thinning and grizzling hair. On the fat side masterly tailored out of view with two-grand suits. He’s still the same slightly perspiring , jocund man. He’s the buddy you would share a beer with, on the porch, at the end of a summer day after gardening together. He is the uncle , pocketful of candies, doting on his nephew and...

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“THE THIRD LAW” by Audrey Mary Nyambura

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Sir Isaac Newton: an illustrious mastermind in his own right. Famed for his ingenuity and proficiency in matters mathematics and science. Three centuries later, and we’re still talking about him. How could we not? From him were birthed three very high-octane laws. While physicists call them the laws of motion, I wouldsimply call them laws. Law number three tickles my fancy: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.August the 15th 2002 would have been an ordinary and humdrum day for most people. Just another wearisome lacklus...

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“Not Even Four Years Makes a Difference ” by Morgan Douglas

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What felt like ages but had only been four years since she last saw him in person still sticks in her mind causing a shiver down her aching spine every time she tapped into that memory. It was just another trip to the local grocery store in the college town she lived in for almost six years. Yet she saw his blank face in the crowd as he walked down the aisle next to the one she was using to make a bee-line to the allergy medication she needed. For just a second that felt like minutes, he stared at her and then kept walking. No care in the wo...

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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 fortune Teller” by Constantine Santas

“Thanks For The Ride” by Daisy Bazeley

“Weakness” by Matt Render

“Tonu Grandma” by UJJWAL DUTTA

“Would You Change Your Fate?” by Elizabeth Burrows

“The Return of Pete Margolian” by Sue Marsh

“The Mirage” by Kaye Salangsang

“My Job” by Carille Durbin

“Teased with death” by N.J Intja

“ SOULMATE - the one you met…” by M K.

“The Warmest Welcome” by D. Alfonso

“The Weekend” by Annie Ruhangakiza

“Tasting paradise” by Vincent Guillemin

“THE THIRD LAW” by Audrey Mary Nyambura

“Not Even Four Years Makes a Difference ” by Morgan Douglas

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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.

"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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