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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 03/24/2024
Sir, Please Close your Coffin.
Born 2008, M, from Churchhill, CanadaHis shirt was riddled with holes, and was covered in so much dirt and grass stains, you'd never believe it was ever white. His once tanned skin was now pale and extremely dry looking. His lively eyes were now dark and full of hurt.
Her breathing became heavy, and she shook her head as she started to back away. The house felt miles away, like it wasn't only right behind her anymore.
She studied him as she stumbled up the front stairs, his face becoming clearer as he lumbered out from the trees.
"It can't be him," She whispered.
She gave a loud sigh as she felt the cold metal of the door handle on her arm; she watched as he slowly made his way across the yard, and up the stairs.
He only stood at the glass door and stared at her, he didn't try to open it or even look at the handle. He soon placed his dirty hand against the glass as he poked out his bottom lip.
She assumed this was a silent plea to let him inside, but she couldn't do it, it wasn't him.
She knew it was him she waited in that line for; that long line of sobbing people who could hardly stand up straight, who were carried by their Husbands, Brothers, Daughters, Nieces and Nephews.
She knew it had been him lying there all still and pale faced. But she wanted so badly for it to all be a dream or a joke someone played on her.
They stood there for a long time, just staring at each other with the door dividing them. There was no chance of her letting him in, but it seemed as if he didn't want to. And he didn't seem to pose a threat after some time; so ever so slightly, she began to open the door. He stepped back and his mouth twitched as he tried to form a smile.
He opened his arms wide and she rushed to step into them; she picked a pine needle out of his hair and flicked it away without a thought.
She could only blame herself as she felt his teeth sink into her skin. she winced slightly, but felt like she couldn't pull away, as if she was punishing herself for being so stupid. Or like she was trying to make herself believe it was normal for friends to do.
Sir, Please Close your Coffin.(Elijah Jones)
His shirt was riddled with holes, and was covered in so much dirt and grass stains, you'd never believe it was ever white. His once tanned skin was now pale and extremely dry looking. His lively eyes were now dark and full of hurt.
Her breathing became heavy, and she shook her head as she started to back away. The house felt miles away, like it wasn't only right behind her anymore.
She studied him as she stumbled up the front stairs, his face becoming clearer as he lumbered out from the trees.
"It can't be him," She whispered.
She gave a loud sigh as she felt the cold metal of the door handle on her arm; she watched as he slowly made his way across the yard, and up the stairs.
He only stood at the glass door and stared at her, he didn't try to open it or even look at the handle. He soon placed his dirty hand against the glass as he poked out his bottom lip.
She assumed this was a silent plea to let him inside, but she couldn't do it, it wasn't him.
She knew it was him she waited in that line for; that long line of sobbing people who could hardly stand up straight, who were carried by their Husbands, Brothers, Daughters, Nieces and Nephews.
She knew it had been him lying there all still and pale faced. But she wanted so badly for it to all be a dream or a joke someone played on her.
They stood there for a long time, just staring at each other with the door dividing them. There was no chance of her letting him in, but it seemed as if he didn't want to. And he didn't seem to pose a threat after some time; so ever so slightly, she began to open the door. He stepped back and his mouth twitched as he tried to form a smile.
He opened his arms wide and she rushed to step into them; she picked a pine needle out of his hair and flicked it away without a thought.
She could only blame herself as she felt his teeth sink into her skin. she winced slightly, but felt like she couldn't pull away, as if she was punishing herself for being so stupid. Or like she was trying to make herself believe it was normal for friends to do.
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Cheryl Ryan
04/24/2024The story is spooky, mysterious and an enjoyable read. However, in the middle, it left me with many questions about the identity of the boy who was declared dead and buried already. Did he suddenly wake up, is he a vampire, what was his mission... ???
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Joel Kiula
04/24/2024A good story. Congratulation on being featured on the story of the day. Well done
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Shirley Smothers
04/24/2024Yipes! Creepy! And I love it. Enjoyed reading this. Congratulations on Short Story Star of the Day.
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