Stories tagged “Stalker”
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The World May Be Done, But Love Is Never-ending
I finally found her. I must have tracked that no-good bitch for days after she got away from me. I thought when her new man was out of the picture it would all be easy. I hadn’t noticed how many of the shambling bastards were in the bushes the n...
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Chat Log #1
1: hi 2: hello 1: some1 is stalking me 1: uses my name to send me rude messages and stuff 2: heh, that’s prolly me 1: what?! 2: i always found u cute :) 1: i’m not joking!! this is the kind that strangles u in the back alley 2. er… th...
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Edna Worries About the Implications
“The first date, and you think—he might be a stalker?” Joanne asked incredulously. “Yep,” Edna said with a heavy sigh, contemplating another fry. She’d killed a lot of points on her date. “Pretty weird, huh,...
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The Stalker
Stella and Sophia sat in French class waiting for Madame to start the movie, The Counte of Monte Cristo. Madame walked over to the light switches and turned off one of the lights. Two minutes to the movie Mathew walked over to the lights and turned it ...
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Winners [predator challenge]
The lights in your house are pleasant; warm, but not overpowering. Safe. They look like home from the harsh reality of a cold night spent peering into your living room. It could be my home, too. You said you would call. I remember when we met. A sparkl...
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Schoolgirl Stalkers
Rustle rustle… “Shut up!” I whispered to my partner in crime. “Now, where’s the camera?” “Sorry,” Wilma apologised softly as she handed me the Leika. “Just be careful, its my dad’s, and its re...
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Unsure, Sure, and That's Weird
I take his hand and try to smile. Who would have believed I’d wind up in a stalled elevator with him. I’ve seen him all over for what seems like years. It’s probably been six months or so. I’ve never been one for keeping track o...
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The Night Walker
Halfway in between sleep and dream, I lay on hard ground made only slightly softer by a layer of pine needles. A gust of wind ruffles the tent. A seeping of cold air wafts into the sleeping bag, sending shivers along my spine. I stir, then settle back ...
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A Brush With Fate
It was an ordinary day, happy even. He just had his thesis title submitted and was crossing the yard to get to the ATM. The plan was to get home for the weekend, being offered pretenses of love and delicious food. But as he was kicking the ever-present...
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Obsession
At night, I watch her. Most evenings I simply lounge back on the oak tree in her backyard and wait for her to come home from work. On other, riskier occasions I even dare to stand in her front yard and stare off into the dim light of her windows (thou...
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You Will Not Find Me
My life was empty until I saw your warm, sleek body walk past me. At first, I didn’t think twice, but as I shot that second glance back, I knew I found the one. I watched you, I followed you, I examined you for weeks. Most of the time, you didn&#...
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Possibly My Queen
“Stop calling me that!” She seemed irate. “But,” I reminded her, “You’re Remora, Queen of the Fair-Lands! You and your Guard removed the scourge that plagued us townsfolk!” She was hurrying away, her odd footwe...