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Drama Fiction Horror

The storm had felt like a rumor all day, but now, the sky was delivering. For a second, like a knife catching a glint of light and refracting it in multitude, everything gleamed white. The lightning split the whole sky in half, and in that moment, it was brighter than daylight. The tops of the gravestones seemed to pulse like strobe lights in a night club before blackness settled them down again.


She was kneeling in front of her sister’s grave. She came here often—after all, that’s what a mourning sister did—but she felt better coming at night. Shrouded in darkness, she could be herself, and she could feel what she wanted to—which, sometimes, was nothing. A cavernous, echoey space of emptiness. Perhaps there was a bit of pride if she were being honest. Along with a genuine sense of connection, even though her sister was nothing more than a skeleton six feet under. Funny, how it took death to rekindle a connection that hadn’t existed since the womb. Either way, the emotions weren’t appropriate for daytime mourning.


The lightning seemed suitable for tonight. It was the anniversary of her sister’s death. And it lit something up inside of her too, a dark part of her that she didn’t always feel comfortable touching. In the dynamic moment when everything became bright, she leaned forward and put her lips on the cold stone. She was certain that whatever plane of existence her sister lived on in, her head was exploding at this artificial expression of tenderness.


It wasn’t totally artificial. It really wasn’t. It was just that, in life, they were polar opposites. Good and bad. Angel and devil. Black and white. They were identical, but no one would ever mistake one for the other. And yet, the thought that had hung out in her mind for the past year said otherwise. They were not so different.


Their mother, Paige, would have told you there was something wrong with Madeline right from the start. Her daughters were identical twins, but the resemblance was purely physical. Madeline had been a difficult baby from day one. She was one who cried nonstop, who refused to nurse. When Paige would finally get her settled and carefully place her down, she rarely got as far as the nursery door before Madeline’s blood-curdling cries began again, often waking Erica as well. Paige would want to sob on the floor, she was so absolutely depleted. Madeline was an infant who made Paige understand why Shaken Baby Syndrome was a thing.


As a toddler, Paige would tell you that Madeline fine-tuned her mean streak. Paige could not take her eyes off her for even a second, for fear she would push Erica down the stairs, or pinch her so hard a purple welt would instantly appear. Erica, by contrast, was sweet as pie, and Paige thanked God every day for that. She didn’t think she could have handled two demon babies, which is how she thought of Madeline. At night, she begged God to forgive her—what kind of mother hated her child? Oh, she loved her—she loved them both. But she detested Madeline. She wished for her mother or sister to offer to take Madeline for a weekend—even a day—but that never happened.


Erica, though. She was quiet, ate and slept well, and was a child who lit up with a smile when you spoke to her (unlike her sister, who was more liable to kick you in the shin, the demon grin on her face.) Erica grew into a little girl teachers raved about, one who followed the rules and was polite. Paige knew you were not supposed to have favorites, but she didn’t see how that was possible. When she asked God to forgive her, she also prayed that Madeline would outgrow her wickedness. That never happened either.


Erica would have told you that being the good child was a heavier burden then it appeared. Aside from never wanting to cause a fuss—and even good little girls became frustrated or angry sometimes—there was also Madeline’s temper to consider. Erica learned at a young age to watch her back—Madeline had a fondness for pushing her down the stairs or sticking her foot out to trip her. Erica spent a lifetime sleeping with one eye open. Years of watching her back, of being ready to defend herself against her sister’s attacks was exhausting. Sometimes, she wanted to be the one who screamed out a tirade, who wiped the contents of a table off as she ran by in an indignant rage. But she didn’t think her mother could have handled that. There was a weariness in Paige’s eyes so solid you knew it bled right down into her soul.


As they grew up, Madeline’s attacks against her twin became more devious in nature. Bored, it seemed, of physical assault, Madeline would do things that seemed more benign. But these acts of scheming cut Erica deeper than any bruise or twisted finger could. Ripping up a book report with a big, red 100% at the top. Dumping black dye on her cheerleading uniform. Erica learned quickly that it was easier to keep her head down and privately tell their mother that she had aced the math test. It was easier just to not run for student council president, to give up cheerleading. Erica locked her bedroom door at night. The truth was, Madeline terrified her.


And Madeline? Madeline would have told you her parents played favorites from the start, so why not star in the role she was cast? She would have entertained you with memories of being four and staring at her perfect, pristine sister while hatred she could not stop bubbled inside of her. Erica’s hair looked like ringlets on a child model and Madeline’s was a wild frizz that could never be tamed, just like her, she supposed. She would tell you a story about grabbing a hunk of Erica’s shiny blonde curls and hacking them off with contraband sewing scissors before she even knew what had happened. She would tell you a hundred stories like that, but the truth was it got old. Erica never reacted to physical attacks, just hid her quiet, pathetic face in her hands. Madeline had to become more creative.


She would tell you about how she slept with Erica’s high school boyfriend and made a video of it. That was fun. How she posted it online and watched it go viral in a matter of hours. How she had kept her face out of the video, so no one knew it was her. Everyone assumed it was Erica…but Erica knew. Erica knew, because she was a virgin. Madeline knew this secret of hers because she had read Erica’s pathetic little diary, the one with a pink patent leather cover and a lock, that looked like it belonged to a twelve-year-old.


Madeline would tell you the best part was that Erica’s boyfriend had no clue he was hooking up with the wrong twin. His eyeballs practically bulged out of his head, he was so excited when Madeline locked Erica's bedroom door and promptly took off her shirt. Madeline had chuckled after he left and she watched the video, excited to see how this would play out. As she expected, Erica’s good-girl reputation took a hit and she broke up with her boyfriend. Good. Served her right.


Madeline would tell you about how her hatred for Erica ran so deep she was unsure of who she was without it.


Their father, Andy, wouldn’t tell you anything because he had split years ago. It was no secret that his reasons for departure were hinged on the behavior of his maniacal, manipulative, psychotic daughter. Both girls had heard him scream this phrase at their mother, who was refusing to get Madeline help. Scream it as if instead of Madeline her name was maniacal, manipulative, psychopathic daughter. They were only five years old at the time. Paige felt that Madeline was much too young to be subjected to testing, therapy, or medication. Andy felt the complete opposite, and so their marriage—which had once been a true love affair, although neither girl knew that—dissolved.


Lightning spliced through the night again, and she traced the lettering on her sister’s grave. She was glad she was dead. Oh, she would never say that, even though people probably expected her to. Even though her mother side-eyed her through silent dinners, the gaze of a woman mourning tinted with fear. She was pretty sure her mother knew that the accident hadn’t been an accident. Paige would never say anything though. Their mother had been through hell and back. Losing her husband. A lifetime of a maniacal, manipulative, psychotic daughter. Losing a child—which, no matter what the circumstances, was devastating. Paige was withered up, spent. Her movements were ghostlike, as if she had died alongside her daughter.


It hadn’t been murder or anything like that. There was nothing premeditated—in that sense, it really was an accident. But if felt as if the universe had offered up an opportunity. Like a giant hand had reached down from the sky and said here. Take her out. End all your problems.


It was a beautiful October day. They had driven home from school in stony silence—the fallout of Erica’s boyfriend’s betrayal was still a fresh wound. She had parked the car and was gathering her things and then realized she needed to move it to the street. Their mother wasn’t home yet, and she would need access to the garage. She threw it into reverse and immediately felt a dull thud, a heavy tap. Instinctively, she slammed on the brakes. And then…


And then, she let them up. She let the car roll backwards, feeling the satisfying rocking as it ran right over her sister and accomplished what she’d dreamt of so many times. It was shocking, both what had happened and the sense of peace that she felt about it.


Of course, the aftermath wasn’t pretty, particularly the immediate aftermath. She had always felt that she had a strong stomach but seeing the remains of her twin’s face—identical to hers—in smithereens on the driveway was enough to make her vomit before she even dialed 911. Paige’s primal scream when she showed up moments later, ambulances already surrounding the house. Okay—she did feel bad about that. Whatever you could say about Paige hating Madeline, she couldn’t help but feel empathy for her own mother.


Then there had been the funeral. The abysmally low number of people in attendance—it wasn’t hard to figure out why. What would they say, sorry for your loss? The awkward and uncomfortable appearance of her father, who patted her shoulder like she was a horse in a stable, a horse he was a little bit wary of. He barely spoke to her, only stared at the casket. She swore she saw tears dripping.


Before he left all those years ago, their father had made it no secret that Erica was his favorite. Paige, at that time, was still trying to perpetuate the notion that she loved her daughters equally, but Andy had little patience for that. Erica was the one he played with, the one he took along for Sunday errands, the one who’s ears he pulled quarters from in an embarrassing dad-joke way. Still, it was bizarre to see him standing over the casket, crying. It wasn’t even open.


She had half expected him to stick around. Maybe with her sister out of the way, the three of them could form a nice, normal family. She was nearly eighteen, but she still fantasized about the life she could have had if it hadn’t been so streaked with all the hatred. A mom and a dad who loved each other and adored her…and that was it. No sister. She could picture her whole future: Christmas dinners with the three of them together. Her wedding day, with both parents walking her down the aisle together. A happy life.


But that was not to be. Andy split faster than he had the first time. He hadn’t even come to the internment at the cemetery.


Rain was beginning to fall now, and she thought it was time to go home. She really didn’t want to, because the biggest secret that she kept was that she’d felt closer to her sister in the year that had passed since she’d run her over than she had all her life. She felt a sense of…aliveness, connection whenever she visited the grave. Sometimes, she was almost a bit regretful…maybe that connection meant that someway, somehow, they could have overcome their differences. Maybe her sister had just been playing the role she was cast in, after all.


Or maybe it meant they were not so different after all.


As the rain began to fall harder, Erica traced her fingers through Madeline’s name. It was a ritual she did each time she said good-bye. She traced the name, she whispered it into the darkness, and she leaned over and kissed the chilled, wet stone once more before standing up.


It was funny. If it had been the other way around, if Madeline had crushed Erica with her car, everyone would have assumed it was on purpose. But Erica? No one would ever suspect that she’d had a moment to think, a moment when she could have stopped the trajectory of what was about to happen. And if they did suspect that moment existed, they would never guess that Erica would have taken her foot off the brake purposefully, intently. Not Erica, who volunteered at the homeless shelter and dutifully rinsed her toothpaste down the sink and never had a bad word to say about anyone, even her maniacal, manipulative, psychotic sister. No one would ever know.


And there was a sense of peace now. At least she didn’t have to watch her back all the time, always wondering what Madeline was up to. The space gave Erica time to think about things. The amount of energy that had been spent managing, deflecting, and watching out for Madeline’s hatred was mind-boggling. Without her there…there was a lot of space. Maybe that was why she liked the way she felt when she visited the cemetery. It was familiar.


Erica leaned over and kissed the gravestone one last time. She felt that jolt of electricity coursing through her, that piece of evil that seemed to come from Madeline. She had always understood Madeline’s hatred because she felt the same way. She had just never done anything about it. At least until the day of the accident. No, they were not so different, were they?


As Erica turned to leave, another bolt of lightning bent the sky white and purple. Just at that moment, she swore she saw a hand reach out of the ground, grab her ankle and yank her. When the darkness enveloped her again, she saw she had only tripped over her own two feet. There was nothing there. No hand sticking out of the ground, no ruptured earth.


Still, Erica was shaken. She scurried out of the cemetery, her heart pounding in a way it hadn’t in a whole year. The entire time, she continued to look over her shoulder, expecting to see Madeline. She swore she heard her chortling behind her, but as she reached her car, she realized it was only the thunder. She thought about the day recently, when she’d tripped heading down the front steps of the house, how she’d sworn she felt a hand shove her from behind. There was no one there though, and she had chalked it up to needing her morning coffee more than she realized.


Now though, Erica wondered. Wouldn’t that be just like the maniacal, manipulative, psychotic Madeline to be able to cause trouble from beyond the grave? She quickly shook her head, as if to clear that thought away. This was just PTSD from years of abuse, left-over trauma from what she’d done. It was not Madeline.


As she threw the car in reverse to turn around and hightail out of the cemetery, she remembered that day in all of its vividness, and she knew she’d done the right thing. There was only so much Madeline could do anymore, being dead and all. Erica was glad she was dead! She was glad she was the one who made it happen. Madeline wasn't the only one who was maniacal, manipulative, psychotic.


No, they were not so different, after all. 

October 25, 2022 11:26

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Rebecca Miles
21:14 Oct 29, 2022

Hi Lindsay, your stories are always so brave; they tale big risks and deliver. A hallmark seems to be unconventional characters observed from an afar which gets closer and closer as we read on. I had the sense with Mothering that your story revised stereotypes: who actually is a good mother? Here you effortlessly grappled with not only sibling rivalry but also the very nature of evil and how it might not be nearly as simple as we'd like to believe. The whole tyre roll back was just chilling and the repeat at the close perfect for Halloween....

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Lindsay Flo
11:45 Nov 02, 2022

Thanks Rebecca! I read a quote once that was something along the lines of people having many more similarities than differences and its so true. I've also learned as I grow older that EVERYONE has something--something traumatic, something unlucky, something secret. Nobody gets through life unscathed! I liked writing this because it was a bit more fictional and "thriller" isn't my typical go-to, so it was fun!

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Rebecca Miles
17:18 Nov 04, 2022

Well done Lindsay on the win; I knew this one would take top spot as soon as I read it.🏆

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Lindsay Flo
17:27 Nov 04, 2022

Thanks Rebecca! I'm so thrilled!

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Zelda C. Thorne
04:09 Oct 26, 2022

Hi Lindsay! Ooooo the end was so creepy and full of lingering dread. Great Halloween story. I've pointed out my favourite parts and a few potential edits I noticed. Hope they're helpful! "There was a weariness in Paige’s eyes so solid you knew it bled right down into her soul." - loved this "The awkward and uncomfortable appearance of her father, who patted her shoulder like she was a horse in a stable, a horse he was a little bit wary of. " - this is such a good description "Or maybe it meant they were not so different after all." - Heh,...

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Lindsay Flo
18:59 Oct 26, 2022

Thank you!!! That's a lot of typos I missed, haha. Thank you for all those suggestions! Is there a way to edit once you've submitted a story?

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Lindsay Flo
19:01 Oct 26, 2022

Never mind I just answered my own question lol. I'll fix those up :)

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Zelda C. Thorne
19:50 Oct 26, 2022

You're welcome! 🙂

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Naomi Onyeanakwe
13:02 Oct 25, 2022

Love love LOVE this! I can't even start mentioning all the things I love about this, 'cause they are just so many, but I will say though, that I really liked how, until we come to the present, it is not clear which sister did the killing. At first I thought it was Erica, then by the funeral, I started to think it was Madeline. And then it is revealed that it is actually Erica! (And I LOVED that, btw). This story was so good. Well done! Good luck in the contest, I will be rooting for this story.

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Lindsay Flo
18:24 Oct 25, 2022

Thank you!! I was actually trying to write it so it would seem logical that it was Madeline, the evil twin, and Erica being the actual culprit was the twist. I had a hard time writing this, must have edited it ten or fifteen times...I'm glad it came across well!

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Naomi Onyeanakwe
20:42 Oct 25, 2022

You're welcome!

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Naomi Onyeanakwe
16:33 Nov 04, 2022

Congrats on the win!!!🥳🥳

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Naomi Onyeanakwe
16:35 Nov 04, 2022

Congrats on the win!!!🥳🥳

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Lindsay Flo
16:40 Nov 04, 2022

Thank you! I'm thrilled :)

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Andrea Doig
15:34 Oct 29, 2022

Great read! Right up my alley. I kept expecting that Madeline had killed Erica and was pretending to be Erica haha. So for the the twist was that there was no massive twist! Well except that Erica was not so different from her sister after all. Well written. I enjoyed it very much. Well done.

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Lindsay Flo
11:45 Nov 02, 2022

Thank you!

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Andrea Doig
08:19 Nov 11, 2022

WOW, you won!!!! Whoop whoop!!! Such a worthy winner. I really enjoyed the story as I said and I am so happy for you. Well-deserved xx

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Mandi Schrader
20:34 Dec 06, 2022

Wow. I was expecting some twin-switch gambit where we learn that survivor "Erica" is really Madeline having opportunistically assumed Erica's identity so she could experience being the cherished daughter. The reality is somehow even more unsettling, and I love that.

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Serdar Ergenc
08:20 Dec 06, 2022

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Bonnie Lawson
01:13 Dec 01, 2022

yeah lindsay what rebecca said

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Bruce Martin
07:09 Nov 26, 2022

Good story. Definitely held my attention to the end. Very Edgar Allen Poe-ish.

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Al Shaheem
13:46 Nov 22, 2022

Lol wonderful story, the last phrase is eye catching and so evil, “They were not so different, after all “, I don’t know who to feel sympathy for lol, even Erica had done wrong. This story is astounding

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Lindsay Flo
17:30 Nov 23, 2022

Thanks! Lovely compliment.

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Anna Long
23:00 Nov 19, 2022

Awesome story! I’m a newbie here and your story was one of the first ones I’ve read. I’m hard to engage but you nailed it! I was second-guessing myself throughout the entire piece: Is this Erica? Maybe it’s Madeline! Every sentence had me anticipating the next. Very well done!!

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Lindsay Flo
17:30 Nov 23, 2022

Yay, thank you! That's kind of what I was going for.

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Amanda Lieser
14:35 Nov 18, 2022

Good morning Lindsay, Congratulations on this win! I had 2 best friends from my childhood who were identical twins. They would play HARMLESS pranks, like switching classes for a day, but nothing like this. I felt like this was very similar to the thematic themes of A Simple Favor. Nice job!

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Lindsay Flo
17:29 Nov 23, 2022

Thank you!

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Sutanu Mukherjee
13:01 Nov 11, 2022

The biggest strength of this story is that even though you know the broad contours of the end, pretty early on...identical sisters et al are the markers...but the story still keeps you hooked on till the end. And that's the hallmark of a good storyteller.

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Lindsay Flo
17:29 Nov 23, 2022

Thank you!

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Jeremiah Jackson
20:43 Nov 10, 2022

i like this.but i'm winning.sorry.

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11:28 Nov 09, 2022

In love with that opening sentence!

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Lindsay Flo
17:29 Nov 23, 2022

Thanks!

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Geo Hartshorne
01:39 Nov 08, 2022

Lindsay, ur story is really good 👍 I could literally imagine the every inch of the story. It's well written

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Lindsay Flo
17:28 Nov 23, 2022

Thank you!

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Madison Durst
21:05 Nov 07, 2022

This story is great its a easy win I love it!

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Lindsay Flo
17:23 Nov 23, 2022

Thank you!

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Madison Durst
20:55 Nov 28, 2022

this story scared my brother so much but its good!

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Kevin Broccoli
17:52 Nov 07, 2022

Congratulations on your win! This reminded me of some great Flannery O'Connor and I love the twist.

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Lindsay Flo
17:24 Nov 23, 2022

Thanks! I'll have to look up some Flannery...

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William Sofia
15:12 Nov 07, 2022

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Sarah P.
14:01 Nov 07, 2022

I never liked reading stories during Halloween, but this was such an interesting, and chilling read. Great job. :)

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Lindsay Flo
17:25 Nov 23, 2022

Thank you! Its what I like about the prompts contests, pushes you to think outside the box (I also am not a fan of stereotypical Halloween or other holiday stories.)

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Eileen Turner
22:52 Nov 06, 2022

It's easy to see why this is the winner! And there are so many great 'one liners' that grab the reader like 'understanding shaken baby syndrome'. Really well done.

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Lindsay Flo
17:25 Nov 23, 2022

Thanks!

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