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It was a cold dark afternoon as I sat by the fire listening to the radio. I heard a loud creek in the floor board coming from the bedroom as I looked up I saw my husband wielding a bloody knife. I stood up and went to him to ask him, what was going on. And before I could talk I felt a cold sharp thing shoved into my body. The last thing I saw was my Husband bloodshot eyes

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Tim was a man who lived in a big city, that city was new york, he was a normal man with a normal life. One day Tim was fired from his work in an angry mood Tim walked home, and when walking home a man slowly stepped in front of him and wielded a knife. The man asked for his wallet when Tim refused the strange man lunged trying to stab Tim when he grabbed the knife, he then woke up scared, he was thankful that it was all a dream until he sees the knife he stabbed the thief with.

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It was a dark night and there I was, face to face with a killer, and there I was, gunpoint to my head. I tried not to move. The man was intimidating. He was tall and skinny. I could not see his face, as it was dark outside.  He wanted to kill me because of something I did, but I did not remember what I had done to him. I had never seen him anywhere. I looked into his eyes and saw hatred, blood and revenge. BANG! The gun went off but it wasn't his, there he was face down.

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Blacked out, completely. No sign of light or people, only that a howl echoing the room, ringing in my ears. The floor suddenly vibrated from the banging of under. Wind blows the curtains vigorously, creating it to brush the dark walls of horror. Tied up, rope tightly wrapped around like a snake, ready to eat their prey. Eyes covered for surprise, surprise of death.

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I was hanging out with my friends in the streets. we were chatting and having fun. and hour after hanging out we saw a big bright thing coming toward us from space. suddenly we heard sirens we saw people running in horror still clueless. a minute later we heard from the news station that it was a giant meteor and would hit us in 1 minute. I called my parents to say goodbye but it was too late... BANG

the last night

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The Creak - Samar Jaiswara's 100 Word Story 

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The Creak - Samar Jaiswara's 100 Word Story 

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The wind howled as I took a sip of my afternoon drink. My parents were out having some time together and I was alone, playing on my console. The intense game distracted me. Soon, I heard an eerie tap in the kitchen. Who could it be? I went to check and, nothing. No one was there. So I returned to my game and it happened again — this time in the basement. I knew something was wrong, so I bolted to my room. I hastily called the cops, but I was too late. There was a preternatural creaking outside my room.

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Forever Lost, Condemned to Darkness (Danae)

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Forever Lost, Condemned to Darkness (Danae)

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I live in the dark, dying alone in the dark. I thought I had bravery venturing into the dark, the caves that now haunt me. But, my actions had been due to sheer stupidity, a need to prove myself. I first screamed for help, hoping someone could find me, now I simply wait in the dark, hiding. My helpless yelling brought the creatures upon me. I couldn’t see them but they were there howling through the caves, hunting me down. An inner sense warns me they are unnatural, an evil lurking in the dark. The evil is destroying me, there is no hope left but I still wait in the dark.

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The dark, churning water crashed beneath me. It would be so easy. Too easy. I couldn’t. My footsteps crunched on the gravel as I led my daughter away from the cliffside. She looked so blissfully happy, ignorant of the dark world she lived in. I didn’t lead her back towards our house, the house we shared with my partner. I couldn’t let my daughter go back there. I didn’t wish it upon her, no matter how much I hated her existence. I didn’t want her alive but now, I didn’t want her dead. The water was easy. Slow, but easy.

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As they walked they noticed a city. The grimy streets and gray walls echoed sadness. The immense eagerness that they felt. The feeling of being watched emanates from all around them. The feeling that someone is there but every time they look, they're gone. As they continued to walk things got weirder the buildings began to redden, red liquid fell from the sky. Almost as though God himself was bleeding across the land. But everything seemed fine. But every step the walls became redder and the life he felt kept draining and draining until I realized that I was already dead and I was in hell.

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Tharinsa Kottahachchi's 100 Word Gothic Story

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Tharinsa Kottahachchi's 100 Word Gothic Story

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I groaned as my eyes fluttered open, blank white walls surrounding me. Both my head and body hurt as I tried sitting up while looking around. I furrowed my eyebrows when I realized I was laying in a hospital bed with a needle stuck into my wrist. I gently yanked it out and stood up, losing my balance straight away. My feet were numb and ached the second I put pressure on them. I had planned my death with a wish to die so why was I saved?! I had made sure that no one could disrupt my attempt at suicide…

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In the start Alex was a orphan when he is little his mother and father die, when he say he want to going to a new and big city no one was optimistic about him. Thirty years ago, a man left his hometown to create his own life. The first stop he went to was to ask the patriarch for advice. The patriarch said hurry up, don't look back, run hard or you will starve to death.so the men call Alex was take the stuff going to the city he has dreamed, When the day was dark Alex was at the city. In the year Alex was work hard as he can day after day, year after year, when a holyday he going back to his hometown and he was a big boss now.

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The bus stops, I get out and sit on a new bus stop bench, my third tonight. I can feel the cold air dancing around me, teasing my icy, bare skin. Should’ve brought a jacket, Katie's harsh voice rings in my ear, as I choke back a tear. I would do anything not to hear her voice ever again, to silence the voice once and for all. Yet instead I silenced him, silenced his kind warm words. A tear rolls down my cheek, as I remember his face as life was slowly drifting out of his eyes. My regret comes out through choked sobs.

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Lewis Johnson-RICK-exactly one hundred words.

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Lewis Johnson-RICK-exactly one hundred words.

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Heavy rain falls down my back as the harsh wind howls around my mousy brown hair.I trudge through the dirty flood water flowing through the streets no end in sight.My salty tears are lost in an instant to the torrent.The yells and screams of the people who were once our friends are ignored.This water will never wash away the scars formed by what have done, even though it has washed away the blood on my hands.I can still hear the screams of my brother, these floods came at the worst time.May god help us.