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And I froze. Sweetheart. That’s what it said under the caller ID. Not a client. Not a number. A name saved like it meant something soft. I stared at it a second too long, then locked the phone like it burned me. Maybe a relative, I told myself. Sister, cousin, something harmless. But the phone lit up again almost immediately. A message preview flashed across the screen. > Hey babe. Today’s sex was wonderful. Can’t wait to have you in my bed tonight.

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

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“Marry me” “What!” “To pay off your debt , Marry me”. She looks at him with confusion written on her face at his words. THE DAY BEFORE… In a small house with two rooms , a living room and kitchen with a dining attached , Lia lived with her sister Kelly, who was on a wheelchair due to an accident that also killed her two parents. They’ve been living together alone since then. After spending all the money left by her parents on Kelly’s surgery and rehab, the only thing left was the house, which was left under Lia’s name.After losing every other property and insurance money, Lia had to quit school and pick up different jobs to provide for the basic necessities for both of them. She works at a f

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

My life slowly came back on track as I resumed my classes for the final year exams and was working hard to manage everything. I used to write short stories for the website when Warren approached me through an email to write a book that he will publish. I was not sure if I was good enough to be published, but Warren showed great confidence in me. The first story I wrote was about the hardships my grandmother faced. It was a tragic story of a selfless woman who killed herself to save her daughter from the clutches of the brothel and the sad reality of women in the eighties.

“That’s not even enough to cover your rent!” “I got twenty thousand pounds.” That made her stop pacing. That was a lot of money for a bit of gossip. How many papers had she sold his story to? When had they ever paid so much for rubbish? Unless it hadn’t been rubbish. She should have read that article. It had looked like a long one and Pam didn’t know her that well to have so much to say. Had she made things up? She hadn’t thought of that. Whatever lies she’d told would be taken as truth because they were from someone she was supposedly best friends with.

#MMWard W. Farnsworth W. Farnsworth lives and writes in Arizona. Over two hundred fifty of his short stories were published at a variety of venues from London to Hong Kong in the period 2014 through 2018.Published in 2015 were his collected Arizona westerns Desert Sun, Red Blood, his thriller about cryptocurrency crimes Bitcoin Fandango, his John Fulghum Mysteries, Volume I, and Engaging Rachel, an Anderson romance/thriller, the latter two by Zimbell House Publishing.Published by Zimbell House in 2016 and 2017 were Farnsworth’s Pirate Tales, John Fulghum Mysteries, Volumes II, III, IV and V, Baro Xaimos: A Novel of the Gypsy Holocaust, The Black Marble Griffon and Other Disturbing Tales, Amo

Felix said, "Why would I lie to you? I can't afford to fork out such a huge sum." "It's real, Stinky Caterpie. Believe in your abilities," said Melody. Abigail replied, "This feels like a dream. If we continue earning such an amount for a few more years, we'll finish paying off our mortgage in advance. Then, we can do nothing and retire ahead of time." "Haven't you been working on that comic called something along the lines of 'Me and My Shotgun Wedding Husband'? I think if you drew out your story with Nathan and published it online, it might blow up too," said Melody.

Tyler paced in front of the TV, phone in one hand, cheap beer in the other even though it was barely past breakfast. “We’re two months behind, Ty,” Ashley said, voice cracking. “Two. He texted yesterday saying if we don’t have at least one month by Monday, he’s starting eviction.” Tyler dragged a hand through his messy brown hair. “I know, Ash. I know. The freelance gig fell through, okay? Client ghosted me after I finished the whole app. I’m trying—” “You’re always trying!” Ashley snapped, tears already shining. “We’re drowning! Electricity’s two weeks from shut-off, my tips at the coffee shop barely cover groceries, and you sit on your ass playing Valorant all night!”