Tag: fiction

How to Become a Writer

First, think of who you want to be. Who do you want to dedicate the next couple years of your life to as you mimic their lifestyle in hopes of becoming the next number one? You answer the question as it comes around to you, “What do you want to be when you are older?”…

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A Fair Game to Play

*A dark, chilling fiction short story for the Halloween season I can feel it in my bones; the rage, the anger, manifesting deep inside my blood, a thirsty beast in its cage. I have this urge, you see, to have you kneel before me and beg, to draw blood from your fragile flesh with the…

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A Story for the Heartbroken

This is a story written for a broken heart. This is a story that will give you hope. *** This is a story for you who thinks you are not good enough. You who look in the mirror and see nothing but the words they call themselves. A blackened reflection of what was.  This is…

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Help Wanted

HELP WANTED: Night Shift Guard for Morgue  Location: Haven County Hospital We need someone who can accept this job ASAP! Our hospital is widely known for its prosthetic surgeries, but sometimes they do not always go to plan. Reports have been made that the morning shift stuff has been moved around in the morgue, so we…

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Organ Breaker

Dear Organ Breaker, I think you need to know about the path of destruction you leave in your wake. I walk outside and see the piles of weeping bodies you leave behind. They are stuck in perpetual motion of attempting to pick up the pieces of their now broken vitality. Even when they are able…

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Too Late

He knew he must keep very still while he waited. The screams have long since stopped after the killing blow was delivered on the floor below him. He didn’t know how his mother met her demise, but he could still remember her pleading eyes as the figure planted their knees on top of her to…

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Don’t Trust Your Neighbors

It has been six weeks since our new next-door neighbors have moved in, and since then, I have felt nothing but fear. The exact day that my neighbors had moved in was June 9, a Saturday. The weather had been scorching that day, the rays sending continuous lines of beading sweat down my back. I…

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Scratches in the Night

Synopsis: Do you ever wake up to scratches in the night? Scratches so loud they wake you from the deepest of sleep. It is as if the nails of the devil himself have reached and touched your soul, grasping at its purity. You begin to feel uneasy soon after waking to the point where you…

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I Don’t Believe in Love

The girl’s hands tightened as the question she pondered over was said. However, once the question left her mouth, a thickened silence had fallen over both her and the boy who stood in front of her. She knew this was going to happen. The girl had been in this situation many times before, and all…

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The Endgame

I’m sitting on the couch with my legs spread wide open, arching my back, biting my lip, drawing his eyes to that area between my legs, the one he can’t resist. He bites down on his tongue from moaning, beads of sweat appearing just above his brow. I watch his Adam’s apple move as he…

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The Wait

The silence in this room is chilling, haunting, killing a mind with innocent thoughts and tragic emotions. It’s consuming a soul tortured by the still air, the stagnant flow of the dust. Rose, a name too sickening for her own naked ears to bare, only hears the ticking of the clock placed ironically by the front door, ticking…

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Don’t Underestimate My Intelligence

People underestimate my intelligence. Scratch that. People don’t underestimate my intelligence, men do. I’m way smarter than I actually seem, and it’s a shame when you underestimate my intellect, my various capabilities. It might surprise you that I’m actually quite aware of your indiscretions and your ability to manipulate certain pieces of myself to make…

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This is For Charity

He’s leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with a loose tie around his neck, rolling up his sleeves as if anticipating work. He watches my fingers seductively pull my tights up around my propped up leg on the edge of the bathtub, and I stroke the fabric once it reaches my mid-thigh, snapping the…

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Recipe for Disaster

There is a certain essence to his beauty.  My eyes followed his giant hands from pot to pot, their bulging veins shaking hints of spice across the bubbling cauldrons. I’m mesmerized by his concentration on each dish, the tick in his jaw, the slight raise in eyebrows, the quiet mumbles underneath his breath, recollecting recipes…

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The Betrayal of My Beloved

The nude photo I saw got stuck in my head. She was a thin girl around my age. Pale skin. She was on her knees. She smoothed her blond hair back. You can see her rib cage. Her small breasts pointed upwards. I wanted to throw my boyfriend Brandon’s phone across the classroom floor. I…

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