Stories tagged “closet”
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Should Have Brought Batteries
“Come on, come on!” I muttered to my self as I started smacking the flashlight against the palm of my hand, “You can’t die on me now.” The dim light flickered and struggled but it stood no chance against the heavy velvet of th...
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Coming Out Of The Closet On Accident
The bell rang as I walked to my locker. The halls cleared out as people were on their way to catch their busses, meet with friends or go to their various practices. As I was walking past the boys gym, I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I figured th...
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Skeletons
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Closet Chronicles 1
I hear wailing sounds coming from the closet. The crying of a newborn. I slowly walk down the hallway and turn the handle, letting in only a crack of light. And I see my mother. Except, she looks much younger. The wrinkles around her eyes are not as pr...
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Closet Chronicles 2
My sister looks nervous as she says, “But Dad… I think Mom’s right. She-” And before she can speak any more, my father pushes her out of the third-story window, then sprints to the door, throws it open, and runs down the hall. M...
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The Closet, Part 1
“What was that? Oh my God, I’m not cut out for this. I think my heart is going to explode.” Jenna’s mind was racing. She looked over at Rob who was guarding the door. He moved his hands up and down rapidly… come on – faster! Focus. She look...
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The Closet, Part 2
Father pounded down the hall after them. Jenna almost cried out in fear, but she opened the refrigerator and shoved her head in to cool her brow and hide her face. Rob was saying something about her getting more computer time, but Jenna couldn’t ...
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The Closet, Part 3
In the room she shared with little Emma and the creepy twins she immediately went to the closet for privacy. It was their secret place, anyone who needed privacy could use the closet. They each had a hidden shoe box under the floor boards. It was how t...
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The Closet, Part 4
The closet door flung open and she was caught sitting on the floor with the file in her lap. Emma and the twins fled the room crying hysterically. She was suddenly angry. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” She screamed at him, jumping up and flinging the...
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The Closet, Part 5
“Put the gun down, you fool.” Father had already brushed away those brief tears. Had he loved her? “Why are all of our mothers dead?” Rob’s voiced hitched with raw emotion. He was fifteen and more mature than any of the boys Jenna met at scho...
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Just Found: Love Letters, Never Sent
The other day I dug boxes from my closet, boxes that hadn’t seen the light of day in years. The first box to emerge was full of papers: yellowing newspapers, ancient school assignments, random scraps that seemed important at the time. But as I so...
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Hiding Under the Covers... Whats the point?
I was careful to close my closet door after my escape. The dim light in the corner of my room was probably enough to keep it away, but better safe than sorry. I crawled into bed, curled up under my sheets and I was about to nod off when I heard a small...
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Coming Out Of The Closet On Accident : PT2
I exited the locker room shocked at what I just witnessed and in a strange way, very happy that I did see it. Not for the sexual aspect of course, but just the fact that it reassured me that gay people can be the popular people or the tough people, or ...
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untitled
“Maybe some time will help you change your mind.” He grabs her wrist and pushes he into the closet. His voice is icy, venomous and she recoils, poisoned. There is a click of the lock and she falls backward into the wall, sinking to the floo...
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praying for rescue
The unbuckling of a belt. Pants unzipping and a heart ripping in two. His hand covers her eyes and he tells her not to look. A pillow pressed over the top of her face as he takes over. He hits and snaps at her. She doesn’t move, instead she prays...
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unspeakable, unthinkable
The sun’s coming up and he’s hurrying up the stairs to his apartment. He’s had a long night and his need is great. His prize is waiting for him. Unbuckling his belt, he can’t wait. But he composes himself by the time he reaches ...
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"you escaped. that's most important"
She wakes up to bright lights and many sounds. As her senses come back she realizes that she’s in hospital. When she reaches down to pull up the sheet everything comes back. The man. The closet. The… she can’t even think the horrid wo...
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the road to healing
“We did.” The male detective walked over to Hannah. “One of the people who found you noticed the broken window and that you dragged glass shards from the alley. The man who did this to you got the shock of his life when we knocked on ...
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the great coffee mug collection
Fritz had returned sometime later, sans bed sheets. He stood in the kitchen, drinking coffee directly from the pot, and pondered how he could keep the hidden coffee mugs a secret from Zooey. Eventually, she’d figure that something was wrong when ...
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hidden treasure
“You know,” Zooey said, peeking her head inside the room, “If you’re going to crash at my place when you’re too drunk to come home after whatever it is you do, I’d really appreciate some kind of gratuity present̷...
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Just a Light Switch Away
The monsters head slithered across the ocean of my bed spread leading its ships and fleets across the sheets to a new victim. The victim being me. It was now or never a if iI hesitate a moment longer, I’m a goner it has almost climbed to the edge of ...
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Super Boy versus Monster of the Closet
I didn’t know whether to give in or keep struggling. My eyes darted around the room until I spotted my Superman poster hanging on my ceiling looking down at me. I remember begging Mom for weeks to hang it there. He was always just Clark Kent but when...
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suspicions aroused
Zooey turned to go, but stopped suddenly, spinning around daintily on her toes. “By the way,” she started with a puzzled expression, “Have you seen any of my coffee mugs? I swear, every time I put one down it disappears into some sort...
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Closet
There is a child, staring endlessly at his closet; he is terrified of what he thinks might be inside. The child’s father walks into the room and asks the child what’s wrong; the child continues to stare at the closet door, the father walks over to ...