Write a thriller about someone who witnesses a murder… except there’s no evidence that a murder took place.

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“The South Asian Girl ” by Samadhee Ismail

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"You whore!" he was yelling at her and she immediately shrank into a corner, huddling herself, trying to protect herself from his blows. "I am going to kill you! I am going to teach you a lesson!" and he starts kicking her, and she was screaming and...She gets up. Sage Miller's heart is thumping against her chest, sweating profusely, her breathing ragged. She gets up from her bed and pads into the kitchen, taking a pitcher of water from the fridge and pouring herself a glass of ice water. She sips the water from the glass, trying to calm her...

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“Blurred Lines” by Violet James

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A sliver of light seeped beneath Dolly’s door. Shadows paced back and forth, while beads of sweat dampened her forehead. She rubbed the cool opal pendant beneath the quilt, trying to sooth her nerves. The door squeaked open, flooding the room with light. Dolly’s heart thrummed against her rib cage. The stranger’s imposing figure towered in the doorway. “How are you today, Dolly?” Her pulse quickened. “Who are you? Where is my husband? What have you done with Harold?” He wheeled a trolley across the floor, blocking the exit....

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“Jingle bells ” by Sophie Aay

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When there is no body, there is no crime. Mr Fred Asemota usually close from the old milling factory where he spent most of his day milling, at eight in the night. He was a milliner and a very good one at that. However, most people don't know what the word means except for the fact that for thirty years, he had always made and sold hats for only women. The factory was his life and he loved her, just as he loved making the hats. Mr Fred was an old man, sixty-nine and still clocking, though he could have passed off as a man ...

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“Forget Me Not” by Konstantina Cheiladaki

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Waking up, I can’t remember a thing of last night. Which isn’t new. The only thing anyone really remembers is that they have forgotten. “Breakfast!” a female voice called from downstairs, and she could be my mother, my sister, my aunt, hell, she could even be my wife. “In five!” I call back, reaching at the inside of my pillow. I don’t even have to remember to do it, it has become muscle memory after all these years. The new journal is yellow, its leather soft underneath my fingertips. I smile at the cluster inside my pillow, I am sleeping o...

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“Bayport” by Jeffrey Pope

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“I saw them die. One by one, he slits their throats with their arms strapped behind their backs. Their bodies, once repositories of people as alive as I am, were slumped over, half-sitting, half-laying and completely naked. Some minutes after, the surrounding air became soaked in their stench. One could pick up the fetor of blood from a mile away.”The furniture stared blankly, and doubtingly. Of course they didn’t believe a word he said, and he knew but went on anyway.“They lay like ghoulish mannequins in a waste of blood by the shores of la...

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“Emma” by J F Teller

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I never even know their names. I watch their faces melt from their skulls, I hear their screams and I smell their burnt flesh, but I never know their names.I remember Number 1. I was 13 and happily walking out of the mall after a fun day of shopping and laughing with my friends. I remember the heat of the humid summer afternoon struggling into our lungs after hours of artificial air-conditioned oxygen. I had fallen behind my peers to answer my father’s text. He was always worried like that and I never knew why until that exact day.I remember...

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“A Place Called Home ” by Brenda Radchik

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Walking at the dead of night. Such a poor idea hadn’t crossed her mind in the better part of the year until tonight. But then, never in her life had she witnessed such a gruesome scene. The sound of rain stabbing the windows as if to break them still resonated in her ears. It was the rain that woke her and thank the all mighty for that! For even if the situation had been less than ideal, at least it bore with it the ineffable fact that she hadn’t done it. She, Margaret Wilson, didn’t kill her mother. Because let’s face it. Ever...

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“Bits and pieces” by Vameerah Darren

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I saw it. I know I did. No one believed me. They all told me I was crazy, but I know what I saw. My brother had been murdered in front of me. I watched the dagger sink into his chest, saw the blood pour out, saw his eyes glaze over as his limp form fell to the ground. I heard my screams when I rushed to his side, felt the shooting pain in my heart, the agony of loss. Yet, in a mere instant, he was gone. But he was there, he was there. I know he was. Police found me slumped over air, screaming, and crying my eyes out. They dragged me away...

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“The Vicious Vacuum” by Inkstained Introvert

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I swear, the day Jenette died started out perfectly normal. It was three p.m. on a Friday, and we were in Teitra’s bedroom, waiting for her to come home from school. Sunlight filtered hesitantly into the room from the window above Teitra’s bed. Those tiny little specks you see in the light floated around. The world looked as if it had a filter over it, toning the colors down, making everything murmury and quiet, like a cup of tea on a muted afternoon. Since Jenette and I didn’t have much to do, I just whistled and looked around. The ...

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“Table For Four” by Matt Render

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“That movie fucking sucked.” “Cmon, Paul. Not that bad.” Said Darren, picking his leather coat up off from the theatre seat. “I liked it.” Said Kira, barely audible enough for anyone to hear. Prying their feet off the sticky theatre floor, the group marched out into the summer evening, leaving behind their trail of empty wine spritzer cans, sunflower seed shells and popcorn kernels. “Hmm, Gus’s is close to here. And I know they’re still open.. That dude never sleeps.” Said Darren, stepping ou...

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“The Laundromat Murder” by Dhruv Srivastava

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I talked to the police last night… they thought I was insane… which is about par for the course. I told them everything - every grisly detail. How he dragged her inside the laundromat, screaming. How he lifted her up and choked her against the machines… and then how he threw her to the ground as she sputtered. She tried to crawl away - he grabbed her unkempt blond hair and smashed her head with the door of a washing machine. She was crying, and everytime she sobbed he’d hit her again. I told them how he finally got bored and slammed her to t...

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“Where's Vanessa” by Heather Van Rensburg

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I love new gadgets. With these cameras fitted to my house I hope to feel safer – a widow needs to take all the precautions she can. Now these cameras allow me to see my garden, and even down the road. It is dusk, and I can’t wait to see what my garden looks like at night. Wow, I can even see into my neighbour’s bathroom window. I will ask the technician to set that camera a bit lower, after all, I do not want to be a voyeur. They have a nice big bath. I like the tiles. Uh oh something is going on there. I try to zoom the camera in, but no,...

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“The Murder of Spruce Street” by Navneeth N

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It was a pitch-black night on Spruce Street. Lucy’s heels clicked against the cobblestone. She didn’t want to be out so late, but she had no choice. Her parents had demanded that she be home after going to a party without their permission. It had been just a harmless invitation by her friends, and she was desperate to go unless she wanted to look like a coward. Now she was beginning to regret it. She had initially pleaded that she would take a ride home with her friends in an hour, but her parents had wanted her home now. She ...

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“There Is A Heaven For Us” by Hugh Marlow

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Trigger warning: suicide missions I first saw someone get killed when I was six. I was young enough to not know the reason why, but old enough to know that I shouldn’t ask. When the Japanese soldier burst into our straw-roofed cottage, I felt fear that I had never experienced before, of being killed – or worse, taken alive – by this stone-faced man in his khaki uniform with hands that belonged to a giant. I didn’t see the beating – I hid in a small wooden cabinet – but I could hear the lashing of the whip and the scream that ensued, o...

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“The Strange Case of Apartment 1204” by Yashaa Bajracharya

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Bryan Harris flicked through the T.V channels, showing disinterest in most of the shows that were being aired. Not in the mood for reality shows...or comedy...or the news which is mostly always depressing, he thought to himself as he pressed the button on his remote and watched the channels change. He checked his watch and saw that it was 11:35 P.M. It was a Saturday and his friends from work had asked him to spend the night at the bar downtown called The Fireside, but he had declined because he had wanted to spend the night by himself. Now...

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Write a thriller about someone who witnesses a murder… except there’s no evidence that a murder took place.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 218 stories

“The South Asian Girl ” by Samadhee Ismail

“Blurred Lines” by Violet James

“Jingle bells ” by Sophie Aay

“Forget Me Not” by Konstantina Cheiladaki

“Bayport” by Jeffrey Pope

“Emma” by J F Teller

“A Place Called Home ” by Brenda Radchik

“Bits and pieces” by Vameerah Darren

“The Vicious Vacuum” by Inkstained Introvert

“Table For Four” by Matt Render

“The Laundromat Murder” by Dhruv Srivastava

“Where's Vanessa” by Heather Van Rensburg

“The Murder of Spruce Street” by Navneeth N

“There Is A Heaven For Us” by Hugh Marlow

“The Strange Case of Apartment 1204” by Yashaa Bajracharya

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Write about a pirate captain obsessed with finding a mythical treasure.

Write a romance where the characters pretend to be dating each other in order to win a reality show.

Write a story where one character needs to betray the other, but isn’t sure if they can.

Write a space adventure story that features a visit to an alien marketplace.

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