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Write about someone welcoming a stranger into their home.

Posted in Thriller and Suspense on Oct 26, 2022

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His Amber Eyes

Submitted to Contest #96

There was blood stained on his shirt. It was raining on this night in modern era Japan. This man’s hair was wet and hung a bit across his forehead. His beard and shirt glistened with rain water as he looked down at the man on the other side of the doorway. A croaked voice escaped his chapped lips.  “Can I come in?”  Nick normally doesn’t open the door to strangers who are injured and look like they could run the Yakuza all by themselves. And yet here he was, standing in the rain, leaning against his door frame, with his hand ...

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One Last Thing

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One Last Thing Strangers Meet An old man, somewhere in his late seventies or early eighties gets off the bus, and starts walking. He is carrying a bag that holds a change of clothes, and little else. These are all his worldly possessions He moves slowly, but with what looks like a sense of purpose. If you walked past him, you might hear him mutter about doing “one last thing.’ He is aware that no one probably knows him in this small town. And likewise he feels quite sure he will not see anyone that he knew way b...

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I Found Her

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I run faster as my faux leather shoes can let me. I can feel its seams breaking, but that's not important right now. The dog barked again. Dang--it is closer! This slippery alley does not help. I have to run faste-- Ugh! Oh, god. That slippery substance did not taste good. Aaah! The dog's gnawing at my leg, scratching and growling. Nobody's helping! Why are they just standing there?! "Kiko! Stop it!" Finally, someone. "Bad dog! Bad, bad, bad!" The dog is whining. Hopefully, this lady had hit him. I turn from the saucy pav...

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Stranger

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“I’m not sure. Do you think we really need someone to come in to help?” Chad asks, not for the first time. His injury rendered him completely paralyzed. He was totally dependent on Ann for even the simplest of tasks. Scratching his cheek, blowing his nose, brushing his teeth. Every little detail of his life now depended on having someone by his side. He was alive and well, but trapped inside his own body, unable to move. It was a living nightmare. Ann’s heart broke every time she looked at him. “If I am going to continue to work full time,...

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Sable

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“Children, I have good news!” said Dad, coming back from the library with a huge box of books under his arm.“Ooh what?” asked Tanya and Lucas. Dad dumped the box of books on the sofa.“There! Got your favorite books from the bookshop.“Is that the good news?” asked Lucas.“No, the good news is…”“What?” asked Tanya.“There is a special someone coming to stay with us,” said Dad.“Who?” asked Lucas.“Is it a pet?” asked Tanya.“You’ll see at lunchtime,” smiled Dad. “You get those books upstairs and start reading, I got to return them tomorrow. I ...

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Salvation

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John had little choice in letting the girl inside the cabin, as the torrential rain made it a near miracle she had made it to the front door in the first place. She was barefoot and bruised, her right leg covered in small, two-inch cuts. She had long, ginger hair that was now plastered to her face due to the rain. All that was covering her was a torn nightdress, decorated with butterflies. John moved aside to allow her in, and she leapt onto the rug, collapsing to the floor. She was panting, and barely had the strength to stand any longer...

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A Horse of Memories

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**Warning: There is some horse death :'(***This is a expansion of the widow in A Horse of the Deepest Abyss and follows the same general events, it makes more sense if you read A Horse of the Deepest Abyss first*Faiza sat staring out at the fields. She could almost see the black warhorse prancing up the hill, bells jangling as Phill beamed from its back. She could see him kicking the mare into a trot as soon as he saw her walk out. A perfect moment as he dismounted and swung her into his arms. The memory was vivid despite the passed time. It...

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You Have Power Here

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Elise’s grandmother was taking far too much time to leave. The old woman was short and hunched, but the stubbornness of her youth had never faded or bent. She was preparing for a trip to another town, having heard of a special plant that could provide protection and flavor. Two birds with one stone, or so the saying goes. Elise had inherited some of her grandmother’s stubbornness, though the old woman always swore that the child was naïve as well, which gave her a significant disadvantage in life. However, this night, Elise had a pl...

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Let me explain

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"Are you crazy?!" I yelled at my roommate. Realising how close we were to the door I decided to whisper instead. "I don't know him, neither do you, are you seriously thinking of letting a strange man inside? What will you do if he kills one of us? Or worse? Hmm? Have you thought of that? We are not in some stupid movie, where acts of kindness are rewarded, we live in the real world, where letting strangers into your home makes you a) crazy b) stupid and c) naive!""Okay, okay, I get it. But there's something about him. I can't explain. It's s...

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The Day The Stranger Came To Our Town

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It was a quiet day in my little home town. Circumstances had taken me away when I was very young but when I retired, I came back to my roots. When I left, the population was just over five hundred but that had dwindled to about half. Old ones had died and young one preferred to leave for the big cities. Some came trickling back and others like me, came back in retirement but we were few. We were not enough to bring back the hey-day of our little community called Old Mill Run. There used to be a decent sized stream running north to south at t...

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Fixed? Transfixed I'd say

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The doorbell rings, I immediately run to get it. "I'm here to fix the electricity supply" a charmingly cute guy, easy on the eyes, standing tall in front of my petite self tells me. "Umm?" It takes me a second to realize I haven't said a word yet and I need to let him in. Way to be embarrassing and creepy. Too mesmerised by his bold and confident figure, I just nod and let him in. He takes a few confident strides across the room and turns to look at me again. I'm flustered when he catches me ogling at him, sue me. I didn't expect an electric...

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Fate is fickle my friend.. fate is fickle..

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So I sat at Cafe Shi Tea shop in. Well, In what city is a matter of debate. I had been traveling for some time in a matter of finding a book. In walked in a strange spirit of a boy I used to know. I invited him to sit a spell with me. I knew him as Clint Siegle. A time agent from a distinct reality all together. But here toda. He introduced himself as Clinton. This is his tale to me for a shot and a glass of rum and coke which Cafe Shi is famous for. Inviting him over. He started his tale. After having him seated, and ordered a rum and coke....

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The Fox Warrior

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           Soah was the village girl who learned about herbal medicines from her father. One day,she went up to the mountain for finding the herbs. At that day, her father had the important patient so he went far away from village to the city. So, she was being all alone in the forest. She was a strong girl who can fight anything in anyways. But now she was being scare by something. Before she leave, the villagers told her about the tiger. Most of them were seeing the tiger more than once...

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The Meaning of Hospitality

Submitted to Contest #96

Joseph’s voice trembled as he stared at the computer screen. He pressed his phone to his ear while sweat dripped down his face. “The auditors didn’t list food preferences. How am I supposed to score high enough on the audit without food preferences?”He hung up, remembering the breathing exercises he taught to his patients at the hospital. Scrolling through the .gov website, Joseph studied the hospitality coefficients for his neighbors. The Scholes had scored a 2.0, the McCall’s had scored a 2.5, The Park’s had scored 2.7, and at the top of t...

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MGENI NJOO MWENYEJI APONE (Swahili for “Let the guest come so that the host or hostess may benefit (get well)”)

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It was not long ago in my mother’s house that we had a special cupboard for storing utensils meant for the guests - and the guests alone. I remember my sister and I waiting for our parents to live for work, so that we can have a feel of being guests. I think our parents knew, even though we did that behind their backs. Many are the times they would come home and find pieces of glass in the dustbin. My mother, the lioness of the house, had shouted and punished us numerous times that she had given up – even lions when they fail to catch a pr...

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