WantWant by Shimaira
He wanted to kill me, but I lived. Now he just wants me.
It was a cold autumn night, though the smell of winter was in the air. I was just returning home from my best friend Mary; together with her boyfriend Kai and my cute neighbour Liam we had devoured several horror movies and probably a kilo of popcorn and chips. They had begged me to stay the night, but I had never been fond of sleepovers- I simply couldn't sleep well under a strange roof.
Liam had even offered to walk me home, the sweetheart. I had declined; I was going to be seventeen in a few months and big girls don't need escorts. That, and Mary only lived a few blocks away from me.
It was well past three in the morning and I relished the cold air, my hands deep in my pockets. As I entered the alley leading to the back of my house I noticed the garbage cans near the side of the road; one of them had been kicked over. I never understood why people enjoy making a mess of things, or worse: destroy stuff that isn't theirs.
MannequinMannequin by Shimaira
"What the hell is that thing?" Susan whispered as she stood frozen in the hallway.
"It looks like a doll," her husband Peter said a bit hesitantly.
The couple had awoken in the middle of the night to the sounds of something stirring downstairs. The husband had gone down to investigate, but called for his wife to join him not much later.
They stared at the large mannequin standing on the threshold of the hallway and the living room. "It's wearing Maggie's hat," the woman said softly as she pointed at the light-blue beanie resting on the blond hairs of the male mannequin. "Did we miss something? Where did she get that over-sized doll?"
The father shrugged, "I have no clue, but I don't like it. Look what I found out." He turned to the front door and pointed outside. "There's another one standing across the street."
Susan peered outside and she felt her breath stall as her heart tightened. "Are they playing some prank? I know Linda has several mannequins to help with her sewing..." L
Millennium - Prologue + Ch.1 PreludeMillennium - Prologue + Ch.1 Prelude by Shimaira
A young girl, around the age of six or seven, was playing with some lilies she had picked from her mother's favourite flowerbed. The grass tickled between her toes and the wind played with her dark red curls. The white dress she was wearing was covered with mud stains and green smears from the grass.
"Mother won't be pleased when she finds out what you've done..."
The girl ignored the whispering voice and looked at the petals of the pink lily she was holding.
"She will scold you for dirtying that pretty dress she made especially for your birthday."
"But my birthday was a few days ago," the little girl replied softly.
"That doesn't mean you can make it all filthy now does it?" The whispering voice seemed to snarl and she winced.
After a few seconds of silence she turned her attention back to the flower. Slowly, she removed every petal.
"What are you doing now?" the voice demanded.
"Nothing," she whispered back.
"I can see what you're doing..."
A little scared she looked
Millennium - Chapter 2 DreamsMillennium - Chapter 2 Dreams by Shimaira
A scream bolted through the night.
Blankets were thrown aside.
Luna, Aislinn's black cat, ran through the house as if hit by lightning.
Emily knocked on Aislinn's jammed door.
"Aislinn?! What's wrong?" she yelled whilst trying to open the door. "Did you lock the door?"
Aislinn screamed again.
Emily started to panic and threw herself against the door. With the third strike the door gave in and the girl stumbled inside.
Aislinn fell asleep the moment she touched the bed. It didn't take long before she was dreaming.
She was running down a long, gloomy hallway; her oversized sleeping shirt clung to her body. She didn't see who was chasing her, but somehow she knew that something bad would happen if she stopped running. The hallway was empty and silent, the only sound being that of her breathing and bare footsteps, which echoed off the purple walls. There were doors on both sides, with shiny golden handles. She tried opening several of them, but they were all locked. There was
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