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Write a story that includes the line “You can see me?”

Posted in Short Story on Sep 19, 2025

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Soft Whispers

Submitted to Contest #321

My whole life I dreamed of her.I dreamed of watching her head off to school for the first time. The sparkly dresses for formals and prom. I dreamed of the boy who would break her heart, and the one who would finally set her free. I saw the lace wedding gown embroidered with flowers, and the veil as it was pushed back from her face. And her smile?It would send my heart into a flutter how beautifully radiant she was.My whole life I yearned to hold her. To smell that fresh baby smell, to run my fingers through her butter-soft hair. I tracked ev...

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I am the One

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I am the one. Not the chosen one. Not the only one, and certainly not ‘the one’ to solve the mystery of what happened here, so long ago. But I know what took place - all the secrets and all the lies. I am Victoria, an artist and a painter, and my connection to this story runs deep.I grew up not far from here in a vast castle called Saelmere. It has become a tourist attraction for this rural area, and its little town of Beckfourth. It generates thousands of dollars annually, which bolsters the town’s economy. Earlier, the family spared no exp...

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The Barista

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“Time to make you a star,” the barista said, smiling down at the waiting espresso. They held the pitcher high and velvety milk streamed into the cup, creating the perfect base. With steady hands, a simple toothpick, and a bit of flair, the barista brought a sparkling star to life. This was what the barista loved about their job—adding a little beauty to the world. They set the cup on the counter next to the others, ready to take on more complex designs. Maybe an animal this time. They brewed, they steamed, they poured, and an elegant swan sw...

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Wish You Were Here

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“So…So you think you can tell?Heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain?Can you tell a green field…From a cold steel rail?A smile from a veil?Do you think you can tell?” - David Gilmour Dante arrives at his destination. It is a beautiful strand of beach. He is not sure exactly where he is or how he got there or even who is now but the water is bright blue, the sand is soft and white and the sun is shining down upon him. A warm breeze brushes his face and he smiles and lowers his chin, grateful for the moment. He slowly removes his shirt and lay...

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Unliving It Up

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The plastic bag in his left hand split, spilling its brains across the road like a zombie after a shot to the dome.Ted Davis groaned like the re-dying undead as it realised it was dead once more. God, life was relentless. Here he was, alone, mid-thirties, having accomplished little beyond staying alive. There had been so much he’d wanted to try. He’d always wanted to have a teenage rebellion, to be cool, to act out, but he’d never dared to. Now, he was almost a decade and a half too late. He’d always played by the rules, and now look at him....

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Turnip Park Library’s Interior Public Washroom

Submitted to Contest #321

<Dedicated to the members of the Turner Park Writer’s Group with special thanks for the inspiration to Anita Joldersma & Dr. Michael Williams.> Welcome to your newly renovated Turnip Park Library Interior Public Washroom. I am delighted that you have decided to try out this new facility. What can we help you with today? Um…who are you? Where are you? Can you see me? No, I can’t see you but I can sense you. So I am alone in this washroom, right? This IS a private washroom, isn’t it? Well, actually, it’s a public washroom in a public...

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The Footnote

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The Footnote I. The Professor, the Student, and the Dead Woman By the time the college porter found me sleeping in my office, the bust of one of my predecessors was wearing my scarf and my notes were scattered on the floor. It was November the way only an old university knows Winter—rain in the walls, rain in the lungs, rain lodged in the divots of the soul. “I’ll bring you up some tea,” the porter said, because this was Olmsley University and Jenkins was a fixture who had known me for my entire tenure. “You look done in, Professor.” “I’m pe...

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How to Reappear

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Tomoe Shingun holds the power of invisibility. It isn’t from the use of a cloak or some practiced ability. It’s a gift that lives inside her. One day she woke up in the middle of the forest and it was just there. That’s actually how the game starts. Her waking up and being pursued by a group of ronin. Not powerful people, but still she’s outnumbered. So what does she do? She hides behind a tree and closes her eyes. One of the pursuers circles the tree just as Tomoe opens her eyes. If you know what you’re doing, then the ronin won’t see her. ...

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Stay a Little Longer

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The first thing Daniel noticed was the silence. It wasn’t the ordinary kind—the muffled hum of a refrigerator, the distant chirp of a bird outside the window, the steady rhythm of his wife’s breathing. This silence was deeper, heavier. It pressed against his chest like a weight.He sat up slowly, realizing he wasn’t in their bed. Instead, he stood in the living room, barefoot, wearing the jeans and T-shirt he remembered pulling on that morning. Or was it yesterday morning? Time felt slippery, unreliable.The house looked the same: framed photo...

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The ghost girl & the broken boy

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No one ever tells you about death.They might talk about dying, if the air is grim enough, or if they think it's waiting at your doorsteps. They'll tell you as a comfort: "You won't feel a thing, love. Like falling asleep." Of course, it will be for their own peace of mind, rather than yours.No one ever tells you about death, because no one knows about it. And it scares them, the not knowing. Not everyone knows they're going to die. The little ones, they're kept unaware until the bitter end. Who wants to tell a kid they won't live to blow out...

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Unseen

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I strolled through the busy streets of some city; it didn’t matter which one. I had walked through thousands, watched them rise and fall. Civilizations were born and died before my eyes. What did it matter what they called the place? The name would change a dozen times before it inevitably fell like so many others. And I would live on, waiting for the next.Blood, dry and flaking, crusted my right hand. A lukewarm bottle of amber liquor dangled from my left. I raised it to my lips, the burn a familiar companion; my only companion.The eyes of ...

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The Haunting of Sarah

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The apartment smells wrong without him, and I hate it. I hate how the walls seem to lean in like they're gossiping about his absence. I hate how my keys sound too loud when I set them down because there's no one here to tease me about always losing them. Three days. It's been three days since the accident. Three days of my mother making me tea I don't like and looking at me with those eyes that say my baby is broken and I can't fix this. I step inside the apartment, and the door clicks shut. It sounds so final; I want to scream. Everything i...

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The Window Across the Street

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Maya didn’t notice the window until her third month in the city.Her new apartment was nothing special—just a fifth-floor walk-up with cracked walls and plumbing that moaned in protest every morning. Still, it was hers, and that meant freedom. No roommates. No overbearing parents. Just the hum of traffic outside and the cheap comfort of boxed wine on weeknights.It was on one such night, while leaning against her own window frame with a glass in hand, that she finally looked across the street and saw it.A window, same height, same size, direct...

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The dead witness

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The morning sun shined slowly through the woods, its rays piercing between the branches, scattering across the forest floor. The light struck the face of a young man named John causing him to wince, groaning softly as he slowly sat upright. John swiftly examined himself. No injuries. No blood. No visible evidence of what had led him there. Confusion gnawed at him, he struggled to piece his memories together, how had he ended up in the woods? John's heart jolted at a sudden snap of twig from behind him. Startled, he leapt to his feet and dash...

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The Lunch That Changed Everything

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“Hey, is this seat taken?” The voice came out of nowhere, cutting through the din of an otherwise hectic cafeteria. The subject to whom that voice had directed its line jumped in her seat. She looked up to see a tall boy with a slightly round face with brown skin, curly black hair, and soft, easy brown eyes. He looked athletic in a black sweat-suit. Her eyes widened. She stammered, “W-what did you say?” The boy smiled, revealing dimples and white teeth. “I just asked if this seat was taken. No worries, though; I can find somewhere else–” ...

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