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Emma Parker

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Law 77809

This story contains mentions of suicide and death Rita had been at this job for thirty long, grueling years. Sitting behind the same desk, incense burning an inch away, a magenta turban wrapped around her curly hair. Silver makeup caked her eyes and a bright pink lip stood out almost as much as her eccentric ‘office.’ A beaded entrance, woven tapestries along the walls, an eerie, magical feel…Even as work had slowed the last few years, Rita was still busy as ever, keeping up the persona of a young enchantress, with the ability to predict and...

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The Day the World Changed Colors

Warning: this story contains mention of suicide, mental health, and it’s kinda psychological, so prepare your brain. Marina walked through the white sterile hallways, head fixed forward and posture straight. Her clipboard was tightened against her chest and her glasses sat promptly on her nubian nose, black and round like her eyes. Her blonde hair was in a tight bun, sitting on the throne that was her head. It contrasted with her eyes just enough to resemble balance, just like she liked it. Her coat was white, as you might have guessed, and ...

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Made for Evil

Warning: Some mentions of violence Katy walked into the building, looking around. It was a snooty office, with white collared men and slicked back hair. Katy had never thought she would step foot in here, but she had gotten a call 10 minutes ago saying something was wrong. So, she had hurried over. But, everything seemed fine. “Katy!” Pant, gasp, “how do you,” pant, gasp, “run so fast?” Diego came running in after her, panting heavily and throwing his hands on his knees. Katy rolled her eyes. “Help me look around.” Diego breathed a few more...

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Brain Chip

The human mind is a dangerous thing, isn’t it?It can create and destroy; hurt and love. It can build. It can tear down.Yes, it is strong. It can do a lot. And, when the world is having trouble, it is up to some people to save it and come up with a solution.;Let me set the stage:It was November 2nd, 2045. The world was torn in many strands, each getting ready for battle. War was coming, marching around and waiting to strike. We had missiles. Guns. Anti-aircraft things. But, there was a group of us, two from everywhere in the world, who had an...

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Mika's Garden

Mika walked through her garden, feeling the flowers and whistling a tune. It was a light and chipper melody, much like the day. The sky was blue, the clouds floating around happily and rolling with the wind, which was barely there. The sun glared, but only at certain places, not under the tree where Mika stood and watched the leaves. Slowly, Mika lowered herself to the grass, tucking her legs underneath her dress. She let the dew dampen the outer part of the skirt, making her shiver. She let her eyes wander, but kept her mind fixated on the ...

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Eerie Apartment: The Video Game (based on the Award-Winning Movie)

Weekly Contest #288

TW- Contains mentions of miscarriage, disownment, and dark themes.You’re reclining on the couch, a blanket sitting on you, rubbing softly against your bare legs. The blue light of the TV is the only light in the room; it was the only bill you had thought of to pay. It’s hot, but you left a window open, so at least a little wind blows as rain paints your floor. A bag of chips lay at your side, crunching every time you move. Your hair is a mess, and your pajamas are a little too big, but it was the cheapest ones you could find.It’s been a week...

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The Suitcase

Warning: Theme of death and abandonment or slight child neglect I stared at the smooth, baby blue suitcase sitting in front of me. Little objects, either worn or as good as new, surrounded it like a multicolored halo. All sat on my bed, looking ahead like the cold eyes that too lay, staring at the ceiling. It didn’t take long for me to realize it was myself on that bed, my hair grey and skin wrinkled. I had been taken from this world and was packing for another. Everything had to be packed, only in this suitcase. With a small sigh, I grabbed...

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David Daugherty, Head Detective of Jefferson Law

I had been chasing this man for months. Years, even. It had been going on for so long, I lost track of time.;I had been living in my office, drinking water from water bottles and eating my coworkers' food. They slipped it in through the little mail slot in my door. I slept on my desk chair, and only when I was tired. Which wasn’t often, on account of the excitement of my case.;I hadn’t seen my family in months, maybe even years. Again, I don’t know what day it is. I’ve forgotten what my wife looks like, what my kids look like. I don’t rememb...

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Footsteps

“Shit!” Addy watched as her phone blinked off. Her flashlight, which was emanating from her now dead phone, made everything go dark. It didn’t help that it was 1 in the morning. The cold nipped at Addy’s nose, and touched her cheeks; freezed her fingers in place and made her whole body shake. It didn’t help that it was 1 in the morning in the middle of January in northern Alaska. With a groan, Addy slid down onto the snowy ground, and then jumped up. She moved to a slick rock instead, but the damage was still done. Now, her butt was freezing...

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Fetuccini

“So, how is work?” Ellie looked up at her mother, who was eating the fettuccini alfredo Ellie had ordered from the stupid upscale Italian restaurant her mother had insisted on. She had paused to ask Ellie that question, a question Ellie knew wasn’t a good question to ask. “Um, good, I guess,” Ellie said, twirling her fork on the plate. She watched how the noodles moved farther away from her fork as it made larger and larger figure 8’s. I guess she got kind of hypnotized by it, because not long after, a bit of the pasta fell onto the table cl...

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Olivia

(Fair warning: there is a brief mentioning of drinking and alcohol.) I frolicked through the meadow, tramping on flowers and twirling through the grass.  On days like today, I like to pretend I am in a book, with my prince peeking out from behind a tree and falling in love. My sun dress twirled around my ankles, and my hair swished by my ears, sending my loose curls spinning. Of course, I was distracted by the beauty and fun of playing in a field. I didn't notice that the person that was hiding behind a tree wasn't a prince....George wo...

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Denoumont

I mean, Hank didn't have to show up. I told him in my illustrious ransom note that all he had to do was mail a package full of the cash I had asked for. I wouldn't have to hurt him if he followed instructions.Despite hoping for the least gory way of getting my money, I set up a trap ahead of time. There Abigail was, sitting in a chair in the middle of a spotlight, a dark stage surrounding her and ropes binding her body to the chair. Of course, they were the softest ropes and nicest chair I could find in the whole theatre. I’m no monster. And...

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Promises

Weekly Contest #250

I've often thought about what all I would say if I bumped into you one day, Tori. You were a huge part of my life, and now with one broken promise after another, I don't know that I will ever get the closure I need, but do I even want that? As I sit here wondering where you are and what you are doing, I find myself nervous you may walk in. Would you over hear something I say to the empty seat next to me, where you used to sit?This is silly. You can't hear me. I don't know why I'm scared you would hear me, much less see me. You are nowhere to...

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The English Rose

(Trigger warning: Mentions of suicide, abuse, bullying, and death.) George Rachel's Auditory English Assignment on Bullying and Abuse Clicking sound and tape recording. "Hello, I am George Haley Rachel. This is my assignment for Mrs. Peyton's English class. It is a report on Bullying and Abuse." Pause. Nobody ever liked Ellie. She was small, skinny, almost invisible. She was smart, annoying, and always part of some dumb club. Nobody cared about her. Even the people in the chess club ignored her because she was weird. At the same time, everyb...

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It's All Fun and Games Until Someone gets Murdered

Warning: Mentions of blood and violence. (This story is also very long);John, my best friend since forever, cussed.For the first time.Everyone in the room was surprised. All eyes went to John, and then they all traveled back to the floor.The only person that didn't look at John was Margaret. She hadn't seemed to hear him.But, that was obvious.Because she was dead.;"What the..."Lucy libbed, keeping her eyes on Margaret, who was spread out on the floor.Her life long friend was dead.Strange.Tonight, everyone seemed to be losing a best friend, o...

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