Test: Teen Mystery/Horror
Story Writing Contest
"I despise the very thought of your flesh and blood. Even
the slightest suggestion of your existence sends me into a fitful
rage. I don’t want to see you ever again. You disgust me.”
I said this with as much malice as I could, but she just stood
there. Her graceful hands resting against her thighs, her mouth
sitting effortlessly, in a beautiful smile. How I hate Cassandra.
She is always so perfect, so happy, and so…wholesome. I
know who she really is. I know what she did to them and she will
never admit it.
" Don’t you know?”
I asked, “You may be breathtaking on the outside, but I’m
the only one who knows how grotesque you are on the inside.”
And she stared, deep into me, with her penetrating chestnut eyes.
Its as if I could feel the heat of her vision burning into my
" Stop! Stop it! I know what
you are doing!” I shouted at her, waving my hands in front
of her face. I really could feel the burning this time. “Why
don’t you say something, huh? What are you? Chicken?”
I could tell this one comment got
to her. If there were one thing you shouldn’t do to Cassy,
it would be calling her cowardly. I don’t care; I just want
to know why she wasn’t talking back.
" I can see it in the headlines.
Cassy the coward! Prom Queen demoted for spineless actions!”
I added, just to make her talk. That should have done it. That
one last comment should have been ‘the straw that broke
the camels back’. I want her dead. My hands move slowly
and unsurely up towards her throat and stop. A raspy old woman
yells up the stairs, “CASSANDRAAAAAH! Where are you! What
are you doing up there anyway? Its dinner time!”
I move my hands away quickly as
I hear heavy footsteps trudging up the stairs. She smiles at me.
Her evilly sweet smile that, in times past, has captured the hearts
of hundreds of love-struck beaus. How dare she? She knows I can’t
kill her. What if I punch her face in? Beat her to a pulp? Something,
that isn’t killing, that will make me just as happy.
I pull my arm back for the swing
and punch with all of my strength, directly at her nose. At that
exact moment, my mother opens the bathroom door and the mirror
shatters into a thousand pieces before both our eyes.