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Write about a character who can suddenly only “remember” their future, not their past.

Posted in Thriller and Suspense on Apr 7, 2021

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That Night

Submitted to Contest #62

The door slammed against the wall as she threw it open. There wasn’t much time and she knew it. Her feet pounded against the ground as she ran onto the nearly abandoned rain-soaked dirt road. It was frigid and dark. She was panting as she tried to stay steady on the slippery path. The footsteps behind her increased their speed. Her vision blurred from the bright headlights of a passing car. It was just enough to distract her from a hole in the road and her stomach lurched as she tripped. He caught up to her just as her head slammed into a ro...

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The Eight-year Cycle

Shortlisted for Contest #62 ⭐️

"Pa, let me make your tea." He looks at her as she weaves her hands into her hair. He likes how she reminds him of snowfalls. He doesn't know who she is except that in eight years, the police would find her in her kitchen, an empty packet of cigarettes beside her bloodied form. He's seen that before and it doesn't scare him anymore."Of course. Add a lot of milk." He tells her."But..." She stops herself and begins to walk away."What?" He asks.The morning is purple as if someone has drowned it before. She pulls the curtain apart and begin...

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To Be A Clairvoyant

Submitted to Contest #62

Friday, June 19 2980 Thornton Ave, Flint, Michigan Jase Hiawatha, a high school teacher in his late twenties was found dead, in his pool. The night was dark; both his wrists along with his throat had been slashed open. The water in his pool was glistening in a dark shade of crimson, from the blood that was slowly dribbling out of his veins. Saturday, August 22 6740 Orange Ln, Flint, Michigan A second victim to the same evil. Hudson Gunner, a sales executive in his mid-thirties, was found dead as well. The cut marks were similar, too. Eden Bo...

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Her Haunting Future

Submitted to Contest #62

When she woke up, it was early morning. She got up and dressed. Harmony brushed her teeth and then went downstairs for breakfast. Her dad was in the kitchen cooking.“Good morning Harmony,” he said cheerfully.“Good morning dad,” Harmony replied, trying her hardest not to bust out laughing.Her dad was wearing the wacky apron that she got him for father’s day. It said, “I’m a cooking genius.” Underneath the words, there was a wacky cartoon Albert Einstein. Harmony had bought that for her dad as a joke, she never actually expected him to we...

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Finally

Submitted to Contest #62

He’s kissing a brunette. She’s beautiful. She’s slimmer than I will ever be. He runs his hands over her body in a way he has never done to me.They’re giggling in between passionate kisses, seeming like they enjoy it too much. I scream. They break apart and stare at me in horror. Dallas’s face starts to shrink and enlarge. Her face starts turning blue. The floor is opening into a black hole, and I’m being sucked in. I don’t let go of her neck. I wake up, screaming. Dallas holds me in his arms and rocks me, slowly shushing me.“It’s okay Milli...

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I am lost

Submitted to Contest #62

Authors note:So like how do you spend your Sunday? Chilling out with friends or having a small family party (or the worst case scenario, completing your homework) or whatever. But this is not the case in Jack, Ronnie, Anne and Rose’ life. Check out what happens on a beautiful Sunday with our four heroes – Jack, Ronnie, Anne and Rose.  (Disclaimer: The things displayed or written in this story is totally fictional. So no need to worry about them.)  It was a cold winter morning. Anne, Rose and Jack were lazing on the two beautifu...

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All Tomorrow's Lives

Shortlisted for Contest #62 ⭐️

I am in Colorado, flying above the forest. This body extension is a drone, and I hover above the beginnings of the wildfire that will burn an area the size of Manhattan. There is a plume of black smoke, and the air has become turbulent. Twenty people will die in this fire, most of them firefighters. I can only assume this is the best outcome. I have no access to the information in my past, but if I were to judge by the mobilisation of crews here to fight it, and its proximity to the town of Kittredge, I believe it could have been a high-casu...

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Wingbeat

Submitted to Contest #62

You don’t know where you are or how you got here, only that there’s a mangled body at your feet and a trophy the size of a bowling pin in your fist. You’re not sure which one tips you off that this is your handiwork: the splash of crimson stark against the gold of the trophy, or the fact that your gag reflex responds by adding more bodily fluids to the crime scene. Evidently, you’re fond of chili dogs.Like your composure, the trophy slides out of your grasp. THUMP. Going fetal sounds like a pretty good idea, but glass shards litter the floor...

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Mother Mortality

Submitted to Contest #62

Lisa Angel had a gift. Whenever her gift would activate, she could never remember the day of her birth or major events in her past. Sometimes Lisa’s gift would give her nightmares. She could see into the future, but she could only see people’s deaths. Lisa’s morbid clairvoyance manifested when she was 5 years old.Now Lisa was 37 years old. She was the mother of a tall, dark, and handsome young man named AJ. Lisa’s son didn’t know about his mother’s gift until he experienced it firsthand one night. He went to visit his girlfriend. While kissi...

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Images

Submitted to Contest #62

“Snowy. It’s snowy. The ground is covered with snow. A cabin. A cabin in the middle of that distant place is decorated. There are Christmas lights-- Blue, green, red, yellow.A Christmas song can be heard from far away. A tree with red decorations inside the house.Steps. Hard steps due to the snow. Someone walks towards the little cozy cabin.Now, I see a car. A blue car covered with snow. It’s parked next to a garbage can.The door is opening. Someone is going outside.A woman. Middle-aged woman. Black hair, purple shirt, a leather ja...

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Incognizance

Submitted to Contest #62

I opened my eyes and ears when my conscious said, what was that? My eyes wandered around the room. What is this place? I don’t remember those purple painted walls. I don’t remember that golden clock with a broken side. As I looked around, I saw a phone, broken, shattered, lying on the wooden floor. There were two doors, a red one in the front and a purple one at the back. Where am I? Who am I? I tried to answer all those questions, but my mind was completely blank. There’s just this huge cloud of darkness. Suddenly, something hit the front d...

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Future Memories in Red Minor

Submitted to Contest #62

When Martin came to, he found himself sitting at a kitchen table. He didn't know how he got there, or how long he'd been sitting there, but he wasn’t overly concerned with these details, either. He pushed his chair back from the table and stood up. Now, I leave to meet my friends, he thought. He walked towards the front door, then stopped as a strange sense of déjà vu came over him. Martin stood for a moment with his hand hovering above the doorknob, trying to catch hold of the feeling in order to probe it for more detail. He sense...

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The Long Walk Home, Back to the Future?

Submitted to Contest #62

“It’s hard to believe that it’s been five years since the EMP,” Jeb said, startling me and disturbing Lily’s dinner.“I can’t even remember life before and even if I could it would be a waste of energy,” I said, soothing the baby.“Why do you say that?” he asked.“Because that life was wrong, it was unhealthy. If we had a chance to restore it, I wouldn’t take it. Would you?”“A few minutes ago I would have said ‘yes’ without thought, but now I need to think it through I guess,” he said.I was upset with his answer and I was trying to not show it....

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Kings & Queens 👑 part four

Submitted to Contest #62

Delvin’s POV:The redhead that’s staring at me is really cute. But there is something strange about him. The taller one, who looks like me, walks towards me, but I put up a hand.“Wait.” I say. “You might know me, but I can’t remember you.”He looks confused. “But...” “I still know who you are.” I tell him. Maybe I should explain. “I’ll explain on the way.”“The way to where?” He demands.I smile. “We’ve got to go get the elves, don’t we?”          👑I tell them how, about five hours ago,...

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Drip, Drip.

Submitted to Contest #62

*Content Warning: sexual assault and violence*I look down at the object in my hand, watching the blood drip, drip, drip from the cool silver blades to the tile floor, the white stone now stained with red––“Ava, are you all right?” Mrs. Mullen looks at me, her eyebrows furrowed and raised in concern. “You’re quite pale, dear. Do you need to go to the nurse?”“I’m not… sick…” the words sound strained. Agonizing.I blink, and then squeeze my eyes shut. The blood is still there. The white tiles. I open my eyes. Mrs. Mullen still stands over me, bi...

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