My favorite fact to use in Two Truths, One Lie is that I saw a ghost when I was seven. It all started one morning when I was hunched over a new toy I’d just gotten. It was a bright red, blue, and yellow plastic toy with PERFECTION printed along
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In December of 2015, Marceline Nightingale was declared missing. The lack of evidence, like many other older cases in this town, entices me. Maybe if this one could be solved so could the other ones. Today I was doing research in Laria town library with my friend Sasha. We both
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It has been precisely 42 days since I have seen another human being. I just woke up one day, and since I live alone, I didn’t notice immediately. It’s funny that scientists say that people need other people to stay alive and sane, but I have never felt that way.
On the 23rd of September 2025, I died. It was sudden and painful, but brief. For some reason my just heart gave out. It ticked away for years without issue, just for the gears to break when it decided my time was up. Dying young is often seen as unfair,
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I was born on June 10th, 1992. At least, that’s what my birth certificate says. It’s not as if I remember. In fact, I don’t have a single memory of my life before I was ten years old. My first memory is a vivid one. Just a young boy calling
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The asphalt road leading through Duskwood, Virginia always seemed to swallow the headlights of Owen’s battered old sedan, but tonight, on Halloween, the shadows felt especially heavy. A thick, oppressive fog rolled off the Blue Ridge Mountains, settling into the valleys and wrapping around the trunks of bare oaks like
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I have this friend, Randall. Good guy, and all. Just a bit weird, y’know? I don’t know. Like, I can’t put my finger on it, but it’s like he’s from another planet, sometimes. Just the way he talks or acts around people, I guess. Yeah, it’s not important–not to what
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It took him six blocks to realize he was being followed. He was an office worker in the city. He spent his days sitting down, hunched over stacks of paperwork in a cramped cubicle, and rarely did he have the energy to exercise once he returned home for the day.
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Hello everyone. I came here to write this because I genuinely don’t know who else I can tell. My name is David. I’m a man in my mid-thirties who’s recently divorced. Well, I guess not recently, it’s been nine months. I was married to Lauren for five years. The divorce
I could tell that Kate had something on her mind. She seemed distracted while the rest of us talked. Eyes fixed on the doorway to the corridor. She gave the occasional nod whenever someone offered to top up her wine glass. Amongst all the laughter and conversation around the dining
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I sighed and entered my key into the slot of my apartment doorknob. The grooves and divots slid into place and clicked. As I turned the lock, something caught my eye. A manila envelope. Wedged halfway underneath my door, strings bound tightly around the metal clasps. It made it rather
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Lincoln Oliver Locray, judging by the crimes he had committed alone, was the living definition of a monster. Having spent his formative years somewhere out in the backwoods of Kentucky, raised by a mother and father who took little interest in ensuring he would be particularly educated, he developed a
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The cedar smoke from the campfire clutched at our lungs, a thick, gray shroud that seemed to isolate us from the rest of Camp Oakwood. I remember the heat on my face and the prickling chill on my spine. That was the night I met Adam. He was a pale
I’m pretty sure my guardian angel is using me. I don’t know how, or more importantly why, but every time they save my life, someone else gets hurt. Growing up, whenever I would ask my Nana what happened to my Mom, she would tell me about my guardian angel. My
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The rain from the previous night had cleared up, leaving a damp, heavy silence over the suburbs. In a different house, miles away from the tragedy that had struck Elena’s friends, four new girls—Martha, Naomi, Karen, and Molly—were gathered in a sunroom-turned-den. The mood was already jittery. Naomi had been
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Yuri Gagarin was the first man to enter space. You’d be hard-pressed to find someone ignorant of this fact. The knowledge of his feat seems almost universal, the Soviet cosmonaut’s name inseparable from history. Neil Armstrong was the first man to set foot on the Moon. Perhaps an even greater
Memories are fragile, but a photograph lasts forever. That’s why I never went anywhere without my DSLR. I needed to capture everything—the old hardwood floors of our house, the strange, keyhole-shaped pupils of our matching eyes, and the quiet, empty afternoons spent with my home-schooled younger sister Lucia. She was
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FILE 2.8 [Ted Stokes] – The ‘TDC’ Experiment – 01/26/1992Note: The following text was found on a notepad in the now-destroyed ‘AFM’ base in central Idaho, and is presumed to have been written by Ted Stokes, a criminal and former inmate who was declared dead by natural causes in 1984.
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Brookings, Curry County, Oregon.December 2019. My colleague had been missing for a week. He’d been isolating himself for days, ignoring my calls, and even our inner circle of friends hadn’t heard a word from him. I was the first to genuinely worry. While I didn’t go to confront him directly,
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The tornado wasn’t the first thing I noticed. It was the silence. Every morning, I drove the same stretch of freeway just after sunrise. The traffic was predictable. Brake lights. Coffee cups. Morning radio. Semi-trucks drifting between lanes. It was the kind of routine that makes you stop paying attention
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The cold winter air whipped past the buildings as thousands of people trudged through the snow-covered streets. The tall buildings cast long, imposing shadows over the citizens as they went about their last day on Earth. Few wandered with purpose; most were lost in the thick haze of confusion that
Elsie stood on the front steps of the mall, her brunette hair waving in the wind as she gazed at the fading storm, the clouds illuminated by the sunset. The air still smelled of petrichor and wet concrete, a nostalgic, earthy scent that brought her back to the first time
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The roman forum was beautiful. The painted marble gleamed in the spring sun and there was a breeze fluttering through the trees. Great flowers climbed the concrete buildings and flowered with all the colours of the rainbow.Such a lovely day for such a melancholy event. A magpie sat on the
October 3rd The police are calling it a “behavioral crisis cluster,” because they don’t have a better word for a statistical impossibility.It landed on my desk at the Federal Center for Disease Control this morning. I’ve spent fifteen years as a senior epidemiologist dealing with outbreaks that make people bleed,
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