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Write about someone who discovers the only family member they have left has just betrayed them.

Posted in Sad on Oct 31, 2022

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The Forbidden Peak

Submitted to Contest #79

James awoke, startled by the downfall of an acorn which had decided to fall straight into his open mouth. He hurriedly spat it out. James had faced worse for morning wake-ups, like the time his Aunt had poured a bucketful of water over him, or when his mother had thought he was dead and had gone poking and prodding him to make sure he was alive. His mother.James clutched his knees closer to his chest, blinking back tears. Why did she have to go? He fingered the little red button his mother had given him as a baby.&nb...

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The Road To Hell

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I’m not a psycho. I fall in love too easily. Can’t help it. Pretty face, swishy hips and I’m lost. Before you know it, I’m in up to my eyeballs. Mum says they take advantage of me. Trick me. She says I’m a simple man and I’m led by my you know what.           Mum always sorts it out for me. She says it’s not my fault. I’m too trusting. Gold diggers, she calls them. Says I should let her choose me a nice girl from a nice family. And I was going to. I really was. But then I saw her. My hea...

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Not Him

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Not him. No not him! Please! 6 Hours ago, Perry Bane ************************************************************ “How was school?” He asked. “Egh, not bad. I guess.” I replied. I made myself a PBJ although I ate lunch at school. My stomach was hollow no matter how much I ate. He was dressing for an interview. “When you gonna come back?” I asked. “You care?” He said. “Uh yeah no dur. I thought we were going to eat together.” I joked. “Nah make your own dinner. You’re no baby, are you?” He teased back. “Ok.” I sighed. Bucky Bane *******...

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A Mothers Embrace

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I was walking home alone, lost in memories of the day and what I would find when I got back home. I looked around wearily, pulling my coat tighter around me. My mind buzzed with rules and measurements, I muttered the combinations and ingredients under my breath. Hoping I didn’t forget them for the exam the following week.  I turned a corner and walked towards my small apartment which I shared with the only family member I had left, my mother. I had no choice but to let her move in. It was hard for her living alone since dad died, it wa...

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Black Rain

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 The alcohol Billie felt in her prefrontal cortex had automatically shifted to standby mode and her primitive self wholeheartedly put on its party shoes. It was undoubtedly the amber that brought resolve to her soul. Tottering on her ornately padded ebony black stool, Billie peered through a thick puff of smoke from Billy's cigarette. She craned her coyly curved neck discreetly scanning the dimly lit humid room as if she was on the lookout for someone or something in particular. But that was typical Billie who had always been a de...

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The Secret

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The Gerber daisies are such a harsh contrast. Why on earth would she have picked those, of all the flowers she could have chosen? It’s Valentine’s Day for Christ’s sake. She could’ve done roses or tulips. Instead, she picks pathetic Gerber daisies. She’s always been a disgrace, but you’d think she would at least have a sense of decorum; show a little respect for the dead.The predictable thoughts they harbored were as reliable as their diligence toward one upping themselves in their blood-lust. They were murderer...

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Lifeline

Submitted to Contest #79

“If you go, you’ll die,” he whispers into the phone, barely making a sound.  Seconds pass by without a response. The gutted words hang in the air between them, untouched, as he drags a trembling hand through his hair. Finally, a shaky breath cuts through the silence, “Then I guess I’m calling to say goodbye.”  It takes a minute for the words to wash over Tommy. ‘Goodbye’ seems to stretch on forever. The weight of the words hit him all at once. His fist shoots out and connects with the aging wood of the phone booth. Anger cont...

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'I hate you'

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SMACK!Jackson stood there, strong and resolute, shielding Arlo with his body.  Arlo cowered behind his older brother. Tiny hands gripping the older boy's now blood-stained worn shirt. It was always like this. Jackson taking the blows for Arlo. (This time Arlo had tripped over some glass vials Mr. Dad left out, cutting his hands open and waking the crazed man.)Arlo letting him.But not anymore! He was 8, surely he was old enough to help his brother, now? After all, Jackson was only 14. That was only like 6 years older.Arlo didn’t mov...

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Fratricide

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Adam’s target was fixed in the scope of his rifle; no tremors caused the crosshairs to shake, and nothing obscured his view of his prey. Adam adjusted until the lapel of the red plaid coat came into view, and hesitated. Steeling himself, he shook off his doubts, and fired. Although he was too far away to hear the scream, he knew it intimately. It was his brother.Adam thought he’d have felt some pang of emotion, killing a man. Killing Brian. But all he felt was hollow and numb, and in need of a smoke. He rested his rifle on the log beside him...

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Chocolate is for funerals

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I sniffle as the wind dries my tears. Sitting on this cold balcony twenty feet high was not where I was meant to be. Not today, of all days. I turn to look at my handcuffed wrist. How could he just leave me? How could he possibly be okay? It makes no sense. To me, at least. He knew today was our special day. That's why I thought he flew me out here. Why I was dumb enough to trust him. I never saw this coming, honestly. He was always there for me, he was always protective of me, and kind. But most of all, he was always... mine. I'm n...

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Death Bed Scene

Submitted to Contest #79

Kenneth C. Goldman                             One-Time/Reprint Rights 1700 Oakwood Terrace, Apt. 3-G      ©2018, Ken Goldman Narberth, PA 19072                              Approx. 2147 words 215-208-6384 e-mail : KGOL99192...

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The Strapping Lass

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Strapping Lass There once was a pirate who was everything a captain should be. He was brave and he was fierce; feared more than any other commander. He and his crew could defeat rivaling ships without even breaking a sweat, and the smile of the captain was always left seared in the hearts of the rare survivors. He dominated the seas and redefined what it meant to feel afraid. Those who had the misfortune of crossing paths with the dreaded pirate and his crew would jump into the sea to escape the fate that awaited them aboard the Strapping La...

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The Perplexity of Kinsfolk

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Conflict and conquest. A life of atrocity and intermission. Orson stepped forth after his father fell to the hands of his foes, and took the rightful place of kingship, being the soul heir to the throne of the hollowed kingdom. A once greyscale palace stood before his very visage in the form of a glamorous kingdom, illuminated with the light of a thousand suns since the early modern period of England. Whilst most palaces lay above the ground on the elevated terra firma, the hollowed kingdom lay in sanctitude below the surface near enough to ...

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Trust Is For Children

Submitted to Contest #79

Mare stared at her sister from her place on the ground, the cold heaviness of chains weighing her down as a multitude of emotions tore through her. Shock mingled with anger in the pit of her stomach, but the feeling that outweighed them all was the gnawing pain of betrayal. Betrayal was something she had felt many times in her life, from when her youngest sister was killed by one she had trusted. Her best friend, who had never cared for her. The boy had only pretended to grow close to her in an attempt to grow closer to the throne, and he ha...

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A Royal Assassin

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The many weeks after my family's assassination were somber. If I didn't know better I would think all these mourning people actually knew and cared about them. They would not cry so much if they knew the terrible things my family had done. I gracefully wiped away another fake tear. My grandmother caught my eye and narrowed her eyes.      "The royal family will be forever respected for their contribution to our country. May they rest in peace." Murmurs filled the silence as the ceremony ended. Lords and ladies greeted ...

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