You are the only one in the supermarket during a blizzard. Feeling creeped out, you decide to leave, when suddenly you find a baby abandoned on the floor.

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“Special Offer” by Nikki Mccoy

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Peering out the window, I could see the snow was still falling. The flakes were fat and soft, accumulating at a fast pace, adding to the two feet of compacted snow that had been the norm since mid-December. “Last call for grocery items!” I hollered to no one in particular, shoving my feet into fur-lined boots. I listened for a response but heard only the normal sounds of my house—so much quieter since the kids had gone to college. The dog’s toenails clicked across the hardwood as he made his way to meet me at the door. “No, it’s not time ...

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“Oh, Joy” by Marina Datthyn

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I should be home right now. Not in this STUPID supermarket. How does a 35 year old woman run out of pads, anyway? More importantly, why do I still feel the need to buy…SOMETHING- ANYTHING- else…so the teenage boy at the register doesn’t think I just came in for pads? Major face palm. At least there’s no one else around tonight to witness my ridiculous embarrassment. Well, of course there isn’t. It’s January in upstate New York and there’s a weather advisory for the actual blizzard happening out...

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“Dorothy ” by Lee Dickinson

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I wake up. I am cold. Very cold. I appear to be lying on the floor, staring at a ceiling of a-a what? A warehouse? It looks industrial. There are those large rectangular lights and metal bars criss-crossing. My head hurts. Am I hungover? No, I can’t be hungover. I did not drink last night. Oh shit. Have I been kidnapped? I panic and sit up. I look around. I see shelves packed with cans of baked beans and chopped tomatoes. Further down is some cans of chickpeas, kidney beans, butter beans. I appear to be down the canned food aisle in the loca...

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“The lesser evil” by Clarys J.C.B.

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The minute I looked up, took out my earphones out of my ears, and actually took notice of my surroundings, I knew right away I stayed too long.There were no lines, no beeping sounds at the cashier, no loiters, no murmur of voices in conversation, no toddlers screaming, no wheels squeaking on the tiles, no music playing through the speakers. It was all quiet, save for the low hum of the freezers and refrigerators in the frozen section which I could only hear if I listened hard enough.This only meant one thing; I was all alone in the supermark...

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“Dreams and Angels Falling” by Joy Rayner

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I was shaking when I made the closing announcement for the store. Repetition over the year since I transferred here held my voice steady while I spoke into the phone, listening to my words echo back at me over the PA system as I politely told the customers to get the hell out so we could close. I couldn't see the sales floor from the office unless I stood nose to the door at the peep hole and watched the distorted three feet directly in front of it, so I stayed in my office chair and turned the heavy black receiver over in my hand, watching ...

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“Yukishimaki” by Miranda Eoff

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Elaine pushed her way into the supermarket, snow whipping all around her until she could hardly see her hand in front of her face. When the doors slid closed behind her everything felt strangely silent. There was no longer wind rushing by her ears, which accounted for quite a bit, but she also didn’t notice the telltale signs of people shopping. There were no squeaky wheels on carts, or footsteps a few aisles down, no chatter between friends waiting out the storm, not even the sounds of items being scanned and bagged. Before fully taking thi...

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“Glasses and Handwarmers” by Cyndy Reads

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Jackie struggled against the ice underfoot, holding onto her car door as she fought to keep steady. She hadn’t bought new boots yet- they’d just finished moving to the Chicago suburb in early March and, thinking the winter season was over, hadn’t bothered to buy any since. What self-respecting place snowed the first week of April, anyway? Her feet stilled. Jackie looked...

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“91%” by Nikita Linivenko

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Winter in the Rust Belt. A black bum who even sounds kinda like Gil-Scott rounded a corner, singin’ “And now it’s winter...winter in America...” Case watched him go from a ’97 Park Avenue that they still had the gall to slap David Buick’s name onto, snowed into the lot of the methadone clinic. Case flicked on the dome light and rummaged through his collection of cassettes in the storage compartment of the center console, which held mostly Killing Joke and Gun Club tapes. He slid The Wipers into his casette player and gunned it on Sofa King...

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“Strangers and Hope” by Jamie Nissen

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I’m not exactly sure why my mother decided that the middle of the worst blizzard to hit North Eastern Pennsylvania in a decade was the time to send me to Costco for hot chocolate and peanut butter but here we were. Hardly what one would call essential supplies for waiting out the storm but mom was ailing and frankly I didn’t have it in my heart to say no. We both knew this could very well be her last winter with us and while I felt ridiculous out here in my l...

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“The potential of a momentary miracle” by Rodica Niculescu

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The wind seems to go crazy. It hurries in gusts over the passers-by on the sidewalk, shakes the panels with smiling faces advertising kinds of toothpaste, turns the hats of desperate women into flying saucers. I look around and try to find a place of refuge, while my hands are desperately stuck in the hat pulled over my ears. I am terribly scared to be forced of running after it among people, in the same way as the woman next to me who seems to push herself like a rocket without direction following her flying hat. Honestly, I don't like...

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“ Instincts” by Frida Snow

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I couldn’t figure it out; what was going to go wrong? Why were my instincts fighting me so hard now, telling me to stay in my car and just drive home? After all, it was those same handy instincts that brought me to the supermarket in the first place. I was just stocking up on some supplies for this surprise, upcoming blizzard, then I would be gone. I had the feeling that I should actually put some food in my completely empty kitchen, so I drove to the store, learning during the drive on the radio that an unexpected blizzard was on its way. T...

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“Survive, Get Groceries” by Raime De Vries

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<survive, get groceries> It was a lull in the blizzard. My cart was nearly full when I heard another creaking sound. They are getting louder I thought. With no one to clear the snow off the roof, there was a high chance that this supermarket would be the next to collapse. That is why it was me that was sent to get supplies. There were a few things left on my list, but I decided heading back would be best. It was only mostly that I feared getting squished, a fate that even if it did not kill me would almost surely make me unable to g...

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“Saving Hope” by Felicia Jackson

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I felt my heartbeat. I could hear my own breath moving in and out. I figured that all the coolers must have shut off at the same time since the power was still on. Instinct told me something or someone was close to me. No one was in sight. I looked up and down the aisle. The weird smell inside the I.G.A. I had always thought was spoiled produce mixed with industrial cleaner and stale water in the mop bucket grew stronger then faded. Though they needed it, there was no one cleaning floors. Every box of macaroni was perfectly aligned, every sl...

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“ Big Foot” by Fakhir Akmal

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Story You are the only one in the supermarket during a blizzard Once upon a time in January when I lived in Moscow, my mom sent me to the supermarket to buy medicines for her. It was very cold weather and there was a snowfall as well when I reached there I bought medicines I saw outside the storm got faster every one ran out and I was only one in the supermarket I was nervous when I went out I saw there was a baby on the street he was screaming I was afraid I went to this child And picked up the baby and took him to a shelter And waited ...

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“Stormy Weather Ahead” by Susan Hudson

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STORMY WEATHER AHEAD Susan W. Hudson The supermarket was warm, despite the much-anticipated blizzard that had just begun. It was a couple of hours ahead of the predicted time, hitting just as Court ended at 5:00 p.m and she left work for the day. Since the market was just a block and a half away from her apartment, Kylie thought she would have time to pick up a few items and hoof it home before the storm was full-blown. Suddenly, deep in the market, Kylie felt a cold chill climb up her spine and massage her scalp. She realized th...

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You are the only one in the supermarket during a blizzard. Feeling creeped out, you decide to leave, when suddenly you find a baby abandoned on the floor.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 197 stories

“Special Offer” by Nikki Mccoy

“Oh, Joy” by Marina Datthyn

“Dorothy ” by Lee Dickinson

“The lesser evil” by Clarys J.C.B.

“Dreams and Angels Falling” by Joy Rayner

“Yukishimaki” by Miranda Eoff

“Glasses and Handwarmers” by Cyndy Reads

“91%” by Nikita Linivenko

“Strangers and Hope” by Jamie Nissen

“The potential of a momentary miracle” by Rodica Niculescu

“ Instincts” by Frida Snow

“Survive, Get Groceries” by Raime De Vries

“Saving Hope” by Felicia Jackson

“ Big Foot” by Fakhir Akmal

“Stormy Weather Ahead” by Susan Hudson

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Twenty minutes before you are about to get married, you find your mother and your fiancé kissing passionately.

Every year, one person is sent to the moon. This year, though you hid in terror, it is your turn to enter the rocket.

You thought he was dead, but there he is, right in front of you on the street, smiling at you.

"Come with us,” two burly men in gray suits say, grabbing you by the arm and handcuffing you. “You know what you did.” But you have no idea.

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