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Emma Parker

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Whispers in the Woods: Chapter 1

This story contains dark themes, a long with gun violence and blood.Part 1: The Day OfHelina Crawford, January 16, 2009-March 31, 2023. May she rest in peace forever.:As I was staring at the ugly rock, I had more questions than answers. Why was she dead? How was she dead? What did she do to receive this fate? Still, I had no answer. Helina couldn't answer the questions, and what bothered me was that she was the only one who could.;Mom and Dad argued in the car. I had my eyes closed, trying to forget everything because I felt like my whole li...

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Worth Living For

Warning: Mentions of suicide.I had always been suspicious of my girlfriend. Kind, beautiful, smart. But, she was secretive. Not the best, but not the worst, if you know what I mean.So, I was not surprised when I found a picture in her bedside drawer of a tall, handsome, brown-haired, blue-eyed strong man. Thin, loving, kind. I didn't do much in response. I called her, asked her about the picture. I heard a sniffle and a deep, manly voice say "Just tell him." I couldn't believe it. She was with him!But, anyway, I asked her again. "I can't say...

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Long Ago...

Steve was always known as a grey man. He had pale, porcelain-like skin and black hair. Even though he was 70, his hair was still as full and colorful as it had been when he was 15. He wasn't sure why. Steve always had a black cane and a black suit with a white button-down. His dress shoes were dark and matte, not shiny from years of being neglected. In summary, he looked like a show from the 1960s. His house followed suit. The roof was black and the walls were white. Although they might have looked nice once, the paint was now peeling ...

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The Family Reunion

Dorothy walked to the door of her mother's house. It was a simple, cottage-like house. It had yellow walls and white trim, along with a white deck and a lake behind. It had trees surrounding it and one had a small tire-swing hanging off of a branch. Dorothy sighed and knocked on the door, the paint coming off at her touch. A bang came from inside and the sound of a pot falling down. A brief "dammit" and a quick shuffling of slippered feet later, the door opened. Dorothy saw her mother, her hair in disarray and a flowered dress hanging from...

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The day Will didn't come home

Huh. Will should have been home by now. The door was locked and the lights were off, so I guess I don't have to make dinner yet. Throwing my stuff on the ground, I drop on the couch. What am I going to do with this free time? I pick up the home phone, trying to call Will quickly. Where could he be? A few minutes pass by, and I still have no response. Well, maybe I can catch up on my knitting. Wait, but I forgot how to knit. Maybe I can catch up on my reality shows? Oh, Will canceled the TV subscriptions. Oh, I am hungry. We have those ...

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Sisters

Warning: This story contains some gore and violence. It is also set in Renaissance-Era London, England, just so you know.Arianne sat at her vanity mirror. Balls of tissues piled up, and each was full of tears and snot. Arianne sniffed. Sadly, this was her last night of freedom. Except, it wasn’t really freedom. More of like a ‘being watched by your fiance’ kind of night. She couldn’t hang out with anyone. She could only hang out with Marie and Kent. Oh, and her fiance. Wonderful.Arianne looked at the mirror. Her mascara dripped down her chee...

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