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Write a story about someone confronting their worst nightmare.

Posted in Dark on Nov 29, 2024

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Melissa's Story

Submitted to Contest #279

The sound of arguing voices enters my consciousness. My eyes are open. I feel my own presence standing before them, naked and exposed. They are discussing me. Who exactly are they? A team of men surround me. What am I? I glance around and conclude I am in a factory. Artificial body parts lay around the vast room. Machinery and cabinets abound. Is this my home?One man, with a domineering tone, towers over them. "I'm not impressed with the performance review. What have you all been doing these past months? Using up my money and tweaking, to wh...

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Galatians 3:28

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****Discussions of prejudice and violence*****The man stood in the open doors of the church. The afternoon sun poured around him like gold, casting his face in shadow. A cold wind blew in with him, swirling my robes and calling the yellow dog of fear to snarl and growl. Nothing good would come of this visit.“Father Lewin,” he spoke in a deep voice, “there has been an incident. Please come with me.” I stared at my summoner, his eyes hooded and dark. I had never seen him before, but it could only be one person. Tall, h...

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The Devil You Know

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I made it to Lamma Island the day the ferry stopped. I’m an American who has lived in Hong Kong since high school, I know the territory, and I choose my escape route carefully, though I admit I barely speak a word of Cantonese. I made the right choice. It turned out that Lamma Island, green, sparsely populated and just two kilometers off the coast, might be the best place on earth to survive a zombie apocalypse. Let me explain more. Banana and papaya trees pepper the jungle here, and the South China Sea teems with sea life. In an apocal...

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The Space Behind the Curtains

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“So yeah, it’s all good, just so long as his wife doesn’t find out,” my friend, Lucy, is updating me on her latest conquest.  She always was a one for the boys and now that she’s in her fifties, nothing’s changed, flitting from one bloke to the next, but that’s her way and a sight raising of my eyebrows is the most I ever respond with.  None of us is perfect. “Anyway,” she continues, sipping her flat white spiced cinnamon something or other, “what are you up to tonight whilst Justin’s away?  Got anything planned?” she adds wit...

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Nightmare

Submitted to Contest #279

In the suffocating stillness of the night, beneath a sky so dark it seemed to swallow the stars, Ethan awoke with a jolt. Cold sweat dripped down his face, his heartbeat pounding in his ears like a war drum. His breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale sharp and strained, as if the very air had become a prison. The room around him was pitch-black, yet somehow, it felt alive—the darkness felt thick, oppressive, almost as if it had a mind of its own. The air reeked of something metallic, damp, and choking, like blood left too long to fester.Th...

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Those Without Shadows

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I have heard of those who  live in a strange land where the inhabitants lack shadows.  Due to this fact, the mysterious oppidan do not have any proof of their existence. In this odd place, gravity has no purchase.  All that seems real is nothing, but an illusion. This place is a prison, because those who live sequestered in this place are confined by an enormous wall that has no beginning or end. There is no connection with time, creating an illusion that this place exists in a vacuum. They spend all their time looking for a w...

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Darkness turns darker

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“Did you hear that?” Sully asked.“Hear what? Not again, Sully. Please.” Dale obliged Sully most of the time and checked out the noises she heard and the rattles and creaks of their old house.“Sully, you always find valid explanations for noises, which bring you temporary peace of mind. First, it’s one thing with the cricket powder and crickets, then another with the cabin and the whole thing about the wasps and ticks. Now it’s our house. I mean, Jesus H. Christ, what’s next?”“Shut up! You think what you talk about is so goddamn interesting? ...

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Into Darkness

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Only one thought entered her mind as she lolled in her bed, trying to ignore the noise outside her window. “That f**king rooster must be blind! Doesn’t he know it’s the middle of the night? Can’t he tell the sun isn’t up yet?” In that moment, she wanted nothing more than for the fowl to wander into the street and get hit by a truck. She sighed and rolled over, pulling her pale blue down blanket up over her head and trying in vain to go back to sleep. Her bed was just right… warm, but not too warm, soft but still supportive of her curves in a...

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A Vicksburg Homecoming

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   A Union divided by war preys on the nerves and civility of its citizens.  Daily war-reports posted to the door of the telegraph office, shoved frantic mothers forward, squinting and searching for a name with their finger - praying it wouldn’t be there.  Before the ink of one casualty list could dry, another list would be posted.  Like spinning a loaded chamber in a game of Russian Roulette, the unknown kept Vicksburg on edge.      Gathering for news from the front,...

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The Post-Apocalyptic Life of Harry Milk

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How do you describe someone like Harry Milk? He stands five feet seven inches and weighs one hundred and eighty-three pounds. Harry is forty-nine years old and is balding, though he combs the few strands he has neatly across his head. If asked to describe his facial features, all anyone can recall are his thick horn-rimmed glasses. Unfortunately, for the most part, nothing is outstanding about him. Another thing is that Harry is a creature of habit and lives his life by the clock. He rises at five-fifteen sharp every...

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The Lone Siren

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WARNING: Mentions of alcohol, trauma, blood, vomiting, violence/gore, and death. Nothing too detailed, but please keep this in mind.✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧The ocean is as beautiful as she is vast, and with that, she is full of terrors.Arvid looked down at the tarnished heirloom in his muddied palm, the arrow shaking before landing west. The scent of brine coated the air, and the sensation of salty droplets kissing his cheeks brought him back to the world around him. It had been ages since he had gone out to sea, not since… no he still could not think of ...

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The Veiled Woman

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Jessica lay in bed, sweat staining her pillow and sheets. The bedroom was a chaotic mess, dirty clothes indistinguishable from the clean ones strewn about the floor. The ceiling fan creaked in a steady rhythm and she was thankful for the white noise. It drowned out the silence, which could be deafening at night. The silence was almost as bad as the darkness. Although she was well into her twenties, Jessica’s small room was lit by a soft night-light in the shape of a crescent moon. The darkness had a way of creeping up on her, and if she wasn...

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Bloody Mary

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I was half-asleep and annoyed, but that’s no excuse for the crazy thing I did. It was a case of mental age regression. It was about 3:00 AM on a cold, windy October night. The super had not yet turned on the heat, and a traveling cold front had made it necessary to pull a wool blanket out of storage and wrap myself in it. I had been sound asleep in my homemade cocoon until my bladder woke me up. I lay in bed for a few minutes, until the situation became urgent. I unwound myself from the blanket, stepped onto the frig...

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Powerful Delivery

Submitted to Contest #279

Breathe in for one, two, three, four. Hold for one, two, and breathe out slowly for one, two, three, four, five, six. The fluttering in his chest was still there, so Daniel tried again. His lungs filled, his chest swelled, then he focused on pushing air out through his mouth. He felt calmer, but the fluttering continued, birds beating their wings inside his ribcage.“Are you okay Daniel?” Kayla, standing next to him, spoke in a hushed whisper. “You seem more nervous than me.”Daniel nodded as he slowly released the air from his lungs. He tried...

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Bumble Street.

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Peering at her old television in the corner of her cluttered lounge room. Elke peered in horror. From the moment she had woken, Elke peered in horror. From the moment she had woken, her Saturday had gone pear-shaped. Elke had turned to kiss her handsome husband, Everard. She woke up daily, still amazed that this blond surfer had married her at all. She did undersell her good qualities, her talents. Their personalities were completely different. Elke was a quiet, meditative and spiritual soul. She had evolved from her rigid, religious influe...

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