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Write a story that takes place in a waiting room.

Posted in Thriller and Suspense on Oct 26, 2022

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A few hours of torture...

Submitted to Contest #49

He sat there in his chair, his family was around him. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, maybe it just looks bad. No, this was bad.“Teddy, it’s going to be okay” his grandma told him.He shook his head, pulling on his hair, “No it’s not, did you see how bad it was? Grandma, my car got totaled, how is it all going to be okay?”“Ted, have some hope in you” Ted's mom said, her face twisted in worry.He just shook his head while grabbing his hair again. He clenched his jaw, fighting the tears that wanted to come out. It was so painful how quiet the waiting ro...

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Non-refundable time

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My scarf was plastered around my moist neck but was as comforting as a warm duvet at sunrise. Yawning, I swipe off grains of gravel on my numb knuckles, beneath them were their imprints stamped on like a disapproving tattoo. Distant sirens played in the background constantly; something always buzzing up. I chuckle to myself, a room full of masked people, annoying but kept the mystery.  You could say we are all lost people, wanted to be found…. So we decided to play hide and seek.  “Look at me…” I mutter to myself.  I wore kh...

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Traces of Lavender

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The clock across the room won’t stop its idle ticking. Seconds are ticking their way into minutes. Minutes will blend together to form an hour. The ticking reminds me of the first time I was forced to play the piano by my mother. When my fingers first glossed over keys of black and white, I failed to find the right melody. Frustration from my many failures followed me home. The first few days of halfhearted practice were filled with a disappointed mother and noisy, unpleasant sounds emitted by my angry tapping against ivory keys. The Roma...

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The Room Where it Happens

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Oh great. This is my 2nd time that I’ve been sent to the principal's office today, and it’s only eleven o’clock! Okay, to be honest, it wasn’t me. I mean, Chris was passing the note to me! It was in plain sight!I sigh.“Matthew, principal's office. Now.” My teacher, Mr. Kinsy says to me.“Yes sir!” I salute and head out the door.I walk to the office waiting room. The office is only a few doors down, but it feels like a long way. I walk in.“Mr. Matthew. Here again?” Ms. Hembrert, the office supervisor, asks me while raising her eyebro...

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Inside The Room With The Grey Walls

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The room is silent, save for the rhythmic tick-tock of the round, analog clock hanging from the smooth, pale grey walls. I tap my foot in time with the sound as I wait for my therapist to call me in. I’m the only one in the waiting room, but that comforts me. Being around other people is unnerving—I always feel like it becomes something of a competition, even if the only thing I’m doing is sitting here. That’s why I never want to get married—being alone is when I feel safe. My mother disagrees; even though she denies it, I know she’ll always...

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It Gets Dark First

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Anxiety. I do not remember a time when I am not anxious. Disparity. My mind's enthroned in the seventh circle of despair. There she sits, on her wheelchair, rolling her eyes in wonder wearing a wistful of questioning. Questions she had no answers to and questions she trusted no one to answer them for her.  But sometimes the answers are not worth the hustle especially when the answers make her more tense and nervous, and even make her forget the little she had sieved from her past. Eight months into her Alzheimer's and her memory had be...

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The Bloodline Gamble

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There in the cold hospital waiting room, we gathered together to watch my oldest sister die. As usual, I sat alone and apart. The only person I even liked in this motley group was currently in another room, heavily sedated on a ventilator. If my oldest sister had been sitting next to me, we would have been making snarky comments and laughing conspiratorially at the absurdity of it all. Who gets leukemia in their 40’s? And not just any garden-variety leukemia. My oldest sister managed to conjure up T-cell prolymphocytic leukemia. The bad kin...

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Suspense

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The clock on the blue wall is ticking signalling the hours the minutes and the seconds passing. The lady to my left is sleeping or should I say passed out from exhausting from trying to handle 3 kids. The man to my right is coughing into his hand to not let anyone inhale his molecules of bacteria. I’m sitting in my chair biting my nails and staring at the ceiling. From where I am sitting the ceiling and the walls aren’t looking too bad, but upon closer inspection you can see the mould on the walls and the cracks of the years of the buildi...

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Dentist Drills

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I was sitting in my dentist’s waiting room on a gross chair on a beige carpet staring at a beige wall. Beige, of all colors, beige. A color that does not spark any emotion or feeling. A color that is devoid of sympathy. I mentally let out a frustrated augh, I don’t get nervous from too many things, but dentists scare me. I don’t understand why but they just do. I think it's the syringes and drills. Just augh.  I stared at the receptionist. She was sitting behind a boring looking desk wearing boring pale blue scrubs. There was a myriad o...

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Too much to handle

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A great deal of thoughts were rushing through my mind. Too many, that made me fail to remember simple things. This just made me even later.  I glanced at the clock. This was insane! I could swear I had an extra 10 minutes! They flew away like wind! Greatly distressed, I seized my coat, grabbed my keys, and headed out the door clutching onto my handbag.  As I drove, I tried to ignore the immense amount of pain I was feeling and just focus on the appointment I had with the doctor. I grew even more infuriated as the traffic jam li...

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Do Stars Have Eyes?

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Do Stars Have Eyes? “Did you volunteer, or were you forced to be here?” The stranger asks me, and I shrug. I don’t know what to say or perhaps I don’t want to spell it out for the flag-wearing stranger next to me. “I’m not sure.” “I volunteered,” the stranger claims almost proudly. “I am doing it for my country.” Ah, the patriotic one, I thought. My third cousin, a worker at one of these testing facilities across the country said that the volunteers fell into three different categories: the patriotic ones, the poetic ones, and then the pa...

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Waiting Rooms Aren't So Simple

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Nolan sat at the back of the waiting room on one of the uncomfortable chairs. He wouldn’t have been there if Nelson hadn’t climbed that tree. Nelson had climbed all the way to the top and fell. Nolan was inside, but had heard a loud crrrraaaccckkkk and Nelson’s scream and immediately called nine-one-one. Nolan had also told Nelson not to climb the tree earlier that day. Dumb twelve-year-olds. Now Nolan was worried and angry. His little brother was now in the hospital (worried). It wouldn’t have happened if Nelson listened (angry). Nolan’s h...

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The World's Strangest Waiting Room

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Elise knew the drill.It all started with the sirens. They shrieked loud and clear from her window. It was almost usually night time when it happened.Her mother rushed to her bedroom and carried her downstairs.They’ll go to the neighbors. But not straight to their drawing-room. No, the drawing-room was for day visits. They’ll go straight downstairs.Deep down in their bunker. Where others were also there. All of the people on the street. And the ground shook and there was a terribly loud deafening sound.In the most peculiar waiting room, Elise...

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Stop-Starters

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The waiting room was crowded. John shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He did not want to be there. But he had no choice.    After his latest drunk driving arrest, the court had ordered him to see a counselor. And to stop drinking, of course. The former he could do, albeit with ill grace. The latter, however, was beyond him. He could no more quit drinking than he could stop breathing.    He’d tried everything – rehab, therapy, AA - nothing had worked. The problem, he supposed, was he simply had no desir...

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Baubles and Stars

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They were ushered into the room and then left there to wait. There were six of them in all — six crammed into one waiting room. There were seats to spare but no room for any of them. Four men, two women, and the room was too full. Three of the men were comparatively young — one plain, one handsome, one married — and the old man made them all look cheap. Two women — one vibrant, one in white — one was married, and the silence became unbearable.They should have all been speaking at once. With such a collection of ...

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