Submitted by Isabelle Rose
Write a story where the main character is dying, and nobody knows but them.
Today, the sun shone brightly as I stepped outside. Despite greeting a few people, none of them responded. It made me wonder if I am the reason why. Nobody ever talks to me. Does anybody ever see me?
I really don’t want to be alone. I’ve never said this out loud before, but the fear of being alone consumes me. No matter what I do, I always end up alone. The thought of dying a...
They don’t know why I’m smiling
Don’t know what I’ve decided
You don’t know
How could you?
Your just like them
Just as naive
Just as beautifully innocent
Just as delicate
Just as fucking delusional
This smile is a bitter one
It is one of a dying person
The pills are ready
The knife is ready
I am so so ready
Might make me turn around
But you stay silent
The mission was a success. I am elated, overflowing with joy, because this could have gone wrong in so many different ways it may as well have been impossible. However, there is a problem. I am alone in this silence, and confide in you in confidence - I will not be here for much longer. Treatments are failing, and soon my illness will consume me. I am not sure how much longer I can put on this sho...
They had arrived to their location with a heavy reliance on stealth. Moving through the city at a calculated, yet slow pace. A pace so slow that it rivaled the dead that surrounded them.
The sea of the dead. The sea that surrounded them and consumed the world in its entirety. Shuffling into one another, tearing into the world of the living with their jaws, oblivious to the carnage they’d succum...
Most days, when I got home from work, I rushed in the front door and basically searched the house until I found all the kids and my wife, hugged all of them and began the task of telling each other about our days. Today was different. I stood outside with my hand on the knob, just staring at my feet. I noticed a huge stain covering WEL so the mat just said COME. How long had that stain been th...
“Then why are you covered in blood?”
She stood up, “I said it wasn’t important,” she sighed. “Why are you here.”
“I came to say sorry.” He rolled his eyes.
“Really?! To me, well how nice of you but, I decline.”
“You listen here you little…”
“No you listen here.” The knife blinked back into her hand. “I’m done with your snarky comments, what happened to the old you?”
They all looked at her confused, even the boy.
“Well, let’s continue…” she started.
“No, no! You can’t drop that on us then pass by it. What do you mean ‘in between’!” Diego asked.
“I mean, in between.” She rolled her eyes. “I was between moments. In the gateway.” She shoved pass them about to leave the room.
“How does that work?” Kristoph asked.
She sighed and blinked over to a cabinet. “Why ...
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” The boy yelled at her.
She rolled her eyes and lifted him up. He brushed the leaves off himself. She marched inside without saying a word and he followed.
“What…. W…what…. J…just…h…happened!” Diego stuttered
“I… I think, I think they just came back.” Allie stood gobsmacked.
“Come on” Valentina grabbed them all and dragged them inside.
They stepped in the door and the ...
You’re taking this surprisingly well.”
“I am, aren’t I? Oh well I’m sure it’ll settle in later.” He left his friend next to the coffin and found his way to the bathroom. As soon as the door closed he ran to one of the stalls and puked. He had barely made it to the toilet. He sat there on the floor almost in a daze. A text alert went off on his phone. He ignored it, but ...
“Well… when does the celebration begin!” Kristoph jumped.
“It’s not a celebration, it’s a ceremony, at least try and pretend to be upset.” Allie rolled her eyes.
“How can I be upset when one of the best things in the world has just happened.” He threw his hands in the air.
“Now come on children, that’s no way to talk of your father.” A voice came from the to of the staircase.
“Ah, Will. Good to...
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