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Submitted to Contest #206
Content Warnings: abuse, mentions of drugging and somniphobia *** Somniphobia, the irrational fear of sleep. It was an unnecessary fear, a fear that didn’t make sense, or at least that’s what people who didn’t suffer from this fear said, but it was a completely different story for someone who actually had it. It was a cold moonless night. The wind was howling and shaking the windows of the house. Corey Young stared at the ceiling of his bedroom, he heard the constant ticking of a clock echoing throughout the room. He was a...
Submitted to Contest #184
The blackout happened years ago. At first, it seemed like a normal blackout that would get fixed in a few hours. But after a few days, the power was still off and people were starting to get worried, they shrugged it off at first thinking it was just taking longer than expected. The power never returned, however, no one had ever gotten any answers from the electricity company and soon the company stopped answering calls all together. This left everyone in the dark and confused as to why the company didn't answer them. Omri sat near the ...
Submitted to Contest #176
Norman Stevens opened his eyes, still tired from the day before he didn’t notice the changes right away. Once the tiredness had finally left him and his eyes weren’t so blurry, he found himself somewhere else. He looked around, this place was most definitely not his bedroom. The air inside this building was damp and hard to breathe. Around him lay shattered pieces of stone from the collapsed roof above him. This building looked like some sort of ancient ruin, but that didn’t make any sense. He had been in his house just last night. So, ...
Submitted to Contest #172
What if...? That was the question that Vance hace always asked himself. What if I had actually told the truth? What would've happened then? His mind would fill with thoughts about every possible outcome, but for some reason in all these possibilities Vance would never actually tell the truth. No, he would just find any way to avoid answering the question honestly. But he just couldn't help but wonder... What if...? Vance woke up to someone shaking him. He groggily lifted himself out of bed and looking at the person rushing around th...
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