Write a story in which someone gets credit for something they didn’t do.
Posted in Thriller and Suspense on Oct 26, 2022
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“Thank you for your (?) contributions” by Ella Jasperson
Emma was at the furthest end of the trade show, aimlessly doing “competitive research” and wondering if it was too late for coffee, when her phone rang.A hearty voice at the other end invited her to dinner with the German sales team that evening, “in recognition of her work for the German market.”Far from being grateful, Emma felt nothing but bewilderment. Had she done anything for the German market? A year prior she had customized some marketing material for a local customer. It took about a day. Someh...
“James Smith ” by Nix ♞
It hit him earlier that day, the loneliness. It does every now and then. Things get quiet, the house gets dark. He talks to walls, televisions, poor old mirrors. A sorry figure.Other times, he gets along just fine by himself. Takes up time, stays on the go. Sometimes, he even likes it better. But when he gets hit, he feels every inch of emptiness in space. 46.1 billion light-years of all alone. It's a particular type of sadness. And it will never end.Never end.<...
“A Visit to the Star Chamber” by K.D. Walter
David Vallejo was walking through the halls of Montenegro High School. It was a Friday morning, and the four-minute warning bell had just rung. He was heading to his first class of the day, “Advanced Placement” World History, though not with any particular enthusiasm. He loved the study of history, but the way that subject was “taught” by Mr. Richard Pinguino somehow sucked most of the joy out of it for him. Wh...
“Trials and Tribulations” by Annette Schmidt
“I’ve got great news. They’ve approved us for human trials!” Kellie shrieked. “Are you serious!? When? How?” Sheila asked, ripping her eyes away from her computer screen to see if Kellie was serious this time. “Well, we have to put out some feelers for volunteers so I’m guessing in the next couple of weeks,” Kellie replied, scrolling through her phone’s calendar. “Ugh, th...
“A Plaything” by Michelle Joy
My eyes have always been glassy. A special, magical glance that reflects only the special and the magical. My skin has always been taut, smooth and unblemished. With hair that coils like rolled wafers, and a face that perfectly smiles a toothless grin at my Beholder, I exist with welded cherry lips and a rosy blush that’s never disappointed. Some say the bottom of my shiny shoes have Made In Amer...
“The Sadchan” by William Hogg
It was a day at the end of summer, but for Wilmington, North Carolina, a gift. Almost noon, the temperature not yet seventy. Alan was sitting on a concrete bench, breathing slow, relaxed, and at peace. He glanced over at his nine-year-old grandson, Tommy, who was sitting at the other end of the bench. Instead of enjoying the tranquility of the moment, Tommy was hunched over and with occasional gyrations and sudden move...
“To Whom It Belongs ” by Beth Lawrence
I'd never imagined that this one, simple act could ever have gotten so much positive attention. Who would’ve thought it? I mean, I didn’t do anything that no one else would’ve done, given the circumstances. Who would stand there and do nothing? Not one soul. My fame though shall be short-lived, as it is not I who is owing this award of bravery. I am honoured you picked up...
“Credit due” by Alberta Bosela
Thanksgiving ahhh.... that nice time of year... with the crispy turkeys and pies upon pies lemon, lime, chocolate you name it. The food comes out in full display. I feel some warmth maybe on the inside...or wait maybe just from the food. Either way the warm fuzzy feeling dyed down soon enough when I remembered.....we have to wait to eat. So I sit in the middle of my talking talkative relatives without talking to any of them. Instead I start thinking, much more preferable. Hmm let's see yeah...well Columb...
“Him” by 🧣🍂Kayla Walton🍂🧣
I watched as his name appeared next to my design. I watched him glance over at me but stand up happily, claiming the work as his own. I watched as everyone around us applauded him. I watched as Mr. Lambert, our boss, handed him a red envelope. I watched my body tense up and freeze. I know he would do this, fuck me over. He always finds a way to do it. Hours and hours passed and for some r...
“Sunflowers” by Kathryn Cobb
Amelia D’Arcy: beautiful name; beautiful face; beautiful soul. She is the modern-day Snow White. Everyone in the office loves to be around her. Her laughter alone would repair the worst of moods and her presence lifts the atmosphere of everywhere she treads. She’s only been here for a few months, but I often ask myself how I managed the other eleven years without her? “You remembered!...
“Better a live doggerel than a dead Lake Poet” by Dawn Hurton
Pa pushed another heft of carcass into my unripe arms. I staggered down to the cellar, burdened the bloody mass to the butchering table and turned about for the next.I tramped back and forth through that sawdust twenty times and more a day, carrying quartered animal parts. I helped him split the cuts, salt the joints and take the meat back upstairs to hook on the brass rail at the front of the shop.The regulars came in cheerfully to purchase their victuals, gesticulating at the counter and passing the t...
“Gabriel” by Maria Avisal
As soon as I felt the chill of the hard orange plastic seat through my paper-thin scrub pants, I wished I had changed back into my crumpled khaki pants and blouse, which were now squeezed in my backpack in front of the massive pathology textbook I hadn’t had a single free minute to study. It was my second year of medical school, our exam on dermatology was in three days, and I still had dozens of rashes to memo...
“Imposter” by Isabela Maher
“I am here today with someone who has done the impossible...someone who has given hope to millions of people throughout the world. Just last week, she defeated unthinkable odds. Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you know this woman’s name. So, without further ado, let’s give a warm welcome to Dr. Penelope Griffin - the cancer conqueror!” The host’s voice swelled towards the end and she began to sound more like a sp...
“Argenteus, Humilis, Mitis (or, The Traveller and the Mooners)” by Ben Connolly
Argenteus, humilis, mitis. Three words, a mantra, on every piece of cloth in sight. Banners proclaiming the motto hang in halls and from parapets, blue and luminous white. Flags, billowing in the cold, desert night, sport a spearpoint, a sparrow and an outstretched hand at the centre of a radiant circle, stitched to catch the argentine mid-night light in a striking display. The vesture of the priests in the shrines, the guards outside the walls and the beasts of burden in the stables bear the same emblems, marking their society a...
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