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Submitted to Contest #182
The alarm rang through the house, startling Marcy to her feet. She hurried to the door, only to find Ariel standing in the threshold. Marcy let out an exasperated sigh and shut off the alarm. "Ariel, you gave me a heart attack. What are you doing?" The ten year old looked up at her and smiled, holding up a frazzled Barbie doll. "I left her in the garden." "You should've told me," Marcy said, pushing the door closed and resetting the alarm. "It's after dark." Ariel pouted. "I'm sorry Marcy, please don't be mad at me!" Marcy pursed h...
Submitted to Contest #165
"Good evening Mrs. Pinkerton! What a lovely dress you have on tonight," exclaimed Councilman Point Dexter. "Oh, why thank you!" Mrs. Pinkerton giggled as she sat at the dining table. "Don't inflate her ego," said Mr. Pinkerton, sitting beside his wife. "Hush now, Sandy. She looks gorgeous!" Ms. Bearington sat across from them, twirling the bracelet on her wrist. They were interrupted by a deep voice, "Good evening, everyone!" Everyone included the Pinkertons, Councilman Dexter, Ms. Bearington, Mr. Cat, and Mrs. Doodle. They were...
Submitted to Contest #164
TW: CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SEXUAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE, AS WELL AS GORE. BE ADVISED. "It's been a long time since I've been here. In this little, dreary town of Oak Valley, where the sun never shone and the birds never sang. In this house, where the mice didn't dare steal even a nibble of a crumb, for they would be punished just as harshly as the child who begged for dinner. I was seven when my father died. Maxwell Barnes; Max to my mother, Maximilian to his friends, and Daddy to me. He was my best friend, as you know, of course. A wond...
Submitted to Contest #163
“Hi Mama, hey Dad! I miss you guys! It’s been so long since I’ve been there to see you two, but I promise I’ll visit soon. I’m just having so much fun at school, meeting new people, learning so much. Dad, you were so right, the pizza here is horrible. We’ll have to go to Marienne’s when I get back to eat a proper pizza dinner! Oh, and Mom, how’s Pepper? I found this adorable bed for her, she’s just gonna love it! I miss my sweet puppy! Anyway, I should get going! I miss you guys, and I’ll see you soon! Love you!” The...
Submitted to Contest #162
I sat in the hard chair, my eyes staring straight forward. His nails tap, tap, tapped against the table. That's what I could focus on. The nails. Almond shaped and constantly Tap Tap Tapping. They were long and almost elegant. Almost, if he wasn't a terrifying skeleton of a man. Sweat began to pool against my temple. Cool, sticky sweat that clung to your body and your soul. The room was growing hotter, I swore, but he seemed unphased as his beady eyes fluttered between my eyes and what was in front of me. A platter ...
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