18 Results in the "short stories" category
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prompt: a last-minute change in plans – “What a view!” his own voice echoed back at him as he snapped a picture of the gorge. Laughing, she pulled him back from the cliff and into her arms. It wouldn’t do to kill him yet, not until he’d changed the will.
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love to hate you
prompt: love to hate you SK8. tadaai, set toward the end of the first season. I’ve been wanting to write from this POV for a while and now I’ve done it! You asked once what happened during the years you were away. As if the change was due to someone else. As if the Pacific can baptize. As if belated regret means anything. You, my…
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The Edge of Light
The ghost was throwing leaves again. Every morning around ten o’clock, it grabbed handfuls of them off of the shrub that grew alongside the parking lot. The ghost had no strength (new ones never did), and so the leaves did little more than scatter across the gravel drive. On a windy day, they might blow into the street as she walked by. Noa didn’t know the woman. She passed by the restaurant at the same time each morning, in pencil skirts or trousers, a leather handbag thrown over one shoulder.…-
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prompt: it’s just us, everyone else is asleep no specific fandom/ship. this was inspired by a VN I just played but it can just be read as short horror. ⚠️ warning: this is a Bad Ending! ⚠️ He must’ve passed out after the fourth beer. The campfire was dead, island silent except for the waves. Clouds covered the moon, leaving him blind, but a…
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The Edge of Light
The ghost was throwing leaves again. This story began life as a red leaf I picked up on my walk to work at a time of year when all of the other leaves were green. Every morning, more leaves would be scattered across a restaurant’s driveway and into the street. I collected them in a dish on my work desk and would watch them…- 3.6 K • Dec 9, '23
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prompt: sick of being safe harbor, I want to be the storm original, no warnings Look over your shoulder, look this way. A little farther. I’m the one behind her. But you know I’m here. That’s the worst part. You’ll find me later to talk about it, how she wouldn’t meet your eyes again, you’re not sure what you did wrong this time. With…
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The Night Immortal
It was past four a.m. and he hadn’t slept. He needed to be up in a couple hours if he was going to make the meeting with his editor. He couldn’t postpone a fifth time. The storm had been raging since he’d gone to bed. The curtains were thick enough to block the lightning, but coastal storms always unsettled him. He could never sleep through the wind. He turned over, shoving a pillow over his head, but he could still hear it. His mother had called him a night owl since he was a child—better…-
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