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My father died recently, and I never even got to meet him. And yet he still left me his cottage, why exactly? Well, I have no idea, I guess he had no one else to leave it to. At least this was an escape from the city and all the bustling life. The house was grayish-white, probably because it was old. The roof was black, and the windows also had black trim. I assumed most of the trim in the house was black, like the doorframes, the ceiling trim, and most likely even some of the furniture was black. The door was a dark brown, with a silver han...
Submitted to Contest #230
TW: Self Harm, Suicide, Death, Gore, Forced Insanity, Manipulation, Gun Shots. “The sounds of the hospital always seemed to put me on edge, the beeping, the yelling, the screaming, the blood… and the chains,” I spoke calmly. “The what?! There aren’t any chains in hospitals.” The voice said. I looked up at the ceiling and saw nobody, but I decided to answer anyway. “Yes there is, that’s what they used to restrain us. All of us.” “That’s not normal, are you sure that was a hospital?” “I mean that’s what they said.” They ...
Submitted to Contest #220
"Ezra, darling! Please grab me the sugar from the pantry! It should be on the bottom shelf!" I heard my Grammy call from the kitchen. She was baking her famous cakes that were always a hit at gatherings. "Okay, Grammy!" I call back walking into the pantry and flicking on the light. As the light flickered on, I gazed at the 5 different shelves stuffed with all the baking necessities you could ever need. There was a shelf for flour, sugar, baking soda, salt, and other substances alike. The next shelf was filled with cookie cutters, baking ti...
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