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Alice had always been a bit of a hopeless romantic, enticed with the thought of loving and being loved. So much so she never thought of the consequences. What could have gone wrong. No, that never crossed her mind. That was until she met Piper.

It was midnight, and Alice was about to walk home from work. As she packs up everything in her cubicle someone taps her shoulder. She turns around to meet the eyes of a tall girl, pale blond hair and tan skin,

“Hey, do you need a ride? I know you usually walk home but it's so late out so I figured…”

Alice smiles,

“That sounds lovely, thank you.”

She grabs her house keys and her bag and walks side by side with her co-worker to the door,

“What's your name?”

“Piper, you're Alice, right?”

“Yeah.”

Piper owned a black Honda, seemingly new.

“To think I doubted anyone who worked here could afford a new car.”

Piper laughs with delight, and it brings a smile to Alice's face.

“Yeah, it took a while but I managed to nab one.”

This time it's Alice who laughs and Piper joins in. She unlocks the door and Alice gets in,

“Where should I drop you off?”

“The corner of Witzel and 9th please.”

“You got it.”

Alice leans back in her car seat and looks out the window. She had usually worked early, but her boss requested she stayed later, and she was relieved she didn't have to walk home in the dark. Soon the path grows familiar as she nears the street, and when she stops, she looks over at Piper,

“Thank you so much, I owe you one.”

“How about coffee? Maybe this weekend.”

Taken aback by the forwardness, she tucks her hair delicately behind her ear,

“Oh uh, sure. Would Saturday at 3 work?”

Piper smiles, and says,

“Yeah. See you later, Alice.”

The way Piper said her name made her grin to herself. She said it like she knew all her secrets like she knew everything about her.

    Saturday comes around sooner than expected, and Alice pulls her hair into a bun, rushing out the door to walk to the cafe. At this rate, she would be late, so she needed to hurry. She starts jogging to make it in time. She really wished she hadn’t been wearing heels.

   She gets there sooner than she thought, and she pauses to catch her breath before entering the coffee shop. Piper was sitting in the corner, two mugs next to her. She sits down and Piper smiles,

“I didn’t know what you liked so I just got you a hot chocolate.”

“Thanks, you didn’t have to buy for me.”

   The date goes well, and so does the next date, and the date after that. Soon, they consider themselves a couple. That was until the fight. That goddamn fight. All Alice could comprehend was Piper screaming at her and her screaming back. Words flood her ears like a tidal wave came crashing down. Though they hurt, she ignored and screamed words back.

“I hate you! I never even loved you in the first place-”

Alice cuts herself off and throws her hand over her mouth. Piper stops screaming instantly,

“What?”

“No, I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t.”

“Whatever, this would never have worked out anyway.”

Piper yanks her coat off the couch and walks to the door,

“Wait-”

Alice’s voice is cut off by the sound of the door slamming.

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It was a hot day in summer, and Annabelle was getting particularly close the beach. She was only 100 yards away from land. She peeks her head up to see all the people sitting, while some were playing in the water. The closest was probably 50 yards away from her, with his back turned. She examines the people and her eyes land on a girl walking along the beachside. She was wearing what she heard was a bikini, and she had a large sun hat draped over her head, and her pale skin seemed to reflect the sunlight. The girl notices and stares, probably only seeing her outline. But, she waves. Annabelle raises her hand and gently waves back. When the girl gestures her closer, she feels heat rise to her cheeks as she plunges back into the water, swimming deeper into the ocean. She barely reaches the ocean floor before she's yanked aside by one of the tribe leaders, Erik

“Annabelle, where were you? You missed afternoon roll call.”

Annabelle smiles,

“I got caught up looking at the seahorses.”

Eriks purple tail flicks,

“Annabelle I saw you swimming to the surface, you know you can't do that. We could be caught.”

Anabelle tucks her golden hair behind her ear,

“I'm sorry Erik. But it's just… so beautiful up there, absolutely mesmerizing.”

“I was like you Annabelle, young, adventurous, but you have to understand what's best for your tribe, and the surface is not that. You are so close to being nominated a tribe leader, don't mess this up.”

Annabelle looks longingly at the surface, the sun casting a light right on Erik,

“I promise.”

“Good, now come along.”

Annabelle looks up at the surface once again as Erik gently grabs her hand and pulls her into camp.

She hated to admit it, but every day after that she went to the surface. And every day she saw the girl. One day, Annabelle noticed how empty the beach was, and it was only her and the girl, this time the girl wasn't wearing a bikini, but a sweater. It would be winter soon, and ice would freeze the water, and she wouldn't see her. The girl gestures to a cave at the end of the beach. Staring back at the water for a moment, she starts swimming towards it. She enters and sits on its edge, keeping her tail dunked in the water. The girl enters. She seemed to have been running, as she was breathing heavily and she was hunched over. Annabelle was finally able to get a closer look at her. She had deep auburn hair and green eyes.

“I knew it!”

The girl says,

“I knew I wasn't crazy! I'm… I'm Clancy.”

“Annabelle.”

Clancy stares at the mermaid, her mouth agape. She always thought mermaids would look like weird fish people. But waist up… she looked normal. The mermaids curly golden hair flowed down her back, and she had large brown eyes, which were framed with thick, long eyelashes. The most stunning thing about her was her tail. It was a deep green that reflected blue as the sun's rays glimmered off of it. Clancy collapses on the ground,

“So you're a mermaid?”

“Yes, I am.”

Annabelle replies, her tail flicking,

“I thought I was crazy, I'd see you every day and that you'd just leave…”

“I'm not exactly supposed to be going to the surface.”

They talk until night falls, and Annabelle smiles,

“Can you… stop by tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

Annabelle smiles sweetly and dives into the water, her heart beating fast and her cheeks red. She doesn't seem to care knowing she’ll be yelled at, she liked Clancy, she liked her a lot. That was all that mattered.

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Lee was a little angry when the new shop set up next door. She got even more angry to find out what had been opened. A tattoo shop. This could ruin her! No one who wants flowers would want to come to a place right next to a loud, obnoxious black building, with people in leather jackets and motorcycles. Maybe she was being to quick, but she knew she would hate the owner.

She huffs as her alarm wakes her up. This was her first day with the open tattoo shop, and she was dreading it. With a sigh, she gets up and opens her closet. She had spent years making the flower shop her dream aesthetic, which was pristine and delicate, and she wouldn't have some stupid tattoo shop ruin it. She gets dressed and doesn't even bother eating breakfast. There was no possibility of making this day go okay. So why should she bother?

Alex was more than happy. To fulfill her dream? It was about time. Ever since she was fresh out of college she wanted to open a tattoo shop. And after 5 years, her dream had come true. She searched for anywhere that she could go, and found a dusty old building, right at the outskirts of town. It would work. There was even a small flower business next door, which she knew would draw in even more customers. She had to meet the owner. She waited outside of her shop, about an hour before she opened. A small, white car pulls up. Out steps a woman, seemingly 24, maybe 25. Her breath gets caught in her throat. She was pretty. Like really pretty. Alex shoots to her feet and walks over. This had to be the owner. Upon approaching, the owner seems annoyed, but she plasters a smile on her face, and accepts Alex’s open hand and shakes her. The owners hands were soft, and her nails were painted a pastel yellow. Alex gets caught up in her blue eyes to realize she had still been shaking her hand. Alex laughs nervously and pulls her hand away.

“I’m Alex, I opened up next door.”

“I’m Lee, it’s nice to meet you.”

Lee’s voice had an edge to it, and a look of hurt makes its way onto Alex's’ face. Lee noticed and smiled,

“I’m sorry, this is new to me.”

“It’s okay, I understand, did you maybe want to have a look around my shop? Just to know what you’ve gotten yourself into?”

“Sure.”

Lee replied. Sure, Alex had a lot of tattoos and piercings, but she was actually dressed, remarkably normal. Her black hair was in a messy bun and she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, much more casual than Lee’s pale yellow dress and freshly curled blonde hair. Next to each other, they looked like complete opposites. Alex unlocks the shop doors and holds the door open for her. Lee smiles and steps inside. She was taken aback. The walls were painted a lavender and the leather chairs were a pale, dusty brown, the complete opposite to what she expected. She looks around, almost… in awe.

“This isn't what I expected to be honest…”

Lee says, fiddling with her pearl bracelet.

“I was expecting something darker.”

Alex laughs,

“That's what everyone says. Not all tattoo shops are dark and moody. They're usually pretty normal.”

Alex looks down and kicks the ground.

“I was thinking flowers would make my shop even nicer, could I… buy some?”

Lee stares at the shop once more,

“I could see you putting a bouquet at the front or the store, but otherwise they could get in the way.”

Alex nods enthusiastically.

“Okay, so one bouquet.”

Lee basically runs out the the door, Alex follows. She opens her shop doors and smiles proudly. From wall to wall, there were flowers, all arranged by color. Alex watches Lee expertly walks around the purple flowers, pulling out flowers that seemed fitting. In the end, her bouquet consisted of Baby's Breath, Sweet Pea, Lilacs, and of course, lavender. Lee struts over to Alex, and hands her the bouquet.

“Here, it's on the house.”

Alex hesitates before she takes it,

“Are you sure.”

Lee laughs,

“Of course I'm sure. I'm sorry for being so quick to judge before. Could I maybe fix things over coffee? Tonight? When you close.”

Alex can feel the heat rising to her cheeks,

“Oh, yeah. Sure!”

Trying to hide her blush with the large bouquet, she rushes back to her shop.

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There are two young men sitting in a car, they're alone. The faint music of Elvis drifted off from the radio, giving the car a happy vibe. However, the mood is tainted by who was occupying it. The man who is driving looks annoyed, as his pale face is scrunched up and his deep, dark brown eyes are tired and angry. The other one, however, is laughing hysterically, his shoulders shaking from his joy, his green eyes are watering, and he's taking gasps of air in between his fits of laughter. They're driving down the long road, the bright yellow headlights from their car being the only thing illuminating the dark path.

"Man you should've seen your face, Brett! It was hilarious" The man says in between bursts of laughter, "It's NOT funny Calvin, god." Brett says, his deep voice dripping with irritation and annoyance. This causes Calvins laughter to stop, however, a wide grin was spread across his tan face, and there were tears dripping down his cheeks. "You need to learn how to take a joke, man. It wasn't THAT bad." "You poured shampoo on my favorite shirt! It should be obvious it's not very funny!" His usually quiet voice is loud and filled with anger and disappointment; he was extremely upset at the fact he had lost his favorite shirt. "Chill man, geez. You are SO prude" Calvin says, anger flashing in his eyes for a moment. Bretts shoulders slouch in defeat. They had just finished camping, and the fighting left him tired, drained, and filled with anger. He feels his eyes droop with exhaustion as he maintains his view on the nearing pitch black roadway. "Don't you fall asleep on me. I don't wanna end up in a ditch." Calvin says in a joking tone, trying to lighten up the mood of the car. His voice was hoarse from all his laughter. Brett uses one hand to wipe his tired eyes, and he looks in the rearview mirror. There were deep bags under his eyes, looking as if he had a black eye. He yawns and turns away, shaking his head to wake himself up. His usual happiness returns up on seeing a gas station.

“Hey I'm gonna head in and get something to drink.”

Calvin nods and stretches,

“I'll hang back here, just please make it quick, alright?”

Brett nods and pulls into the small gas station driveway. They park the car and he gets out, rushing inside to avoid the humidity.

Meanwhile, Calvin lights a cigarette and takes an inhale, letting it hang from his mouth as he flicks on the car light, checking his phone for notifications. No more than a minute later, the door of the car shoots open, and someone gets in, it was Brett. He had this weird grin on his pale face. He gulps, and notices his brown eyes are a shade or two to dark. He throws his lit cigarette out of the open car window,

“Hey man, you okay? You look kinda sick, I thought you were gonna go get something to drink?”

“Of course I’m okay, I just wanna take a small break before I do anything, is that okay, man?

Brett’s voice is louder, and an octave to high, like he was only vaguely aware of what his voice really sounded like, this causes a shiver to ripple down his spine.

“So, are we gonna leave?”

“Nah. Why don't we sit for a bit.”

Calvin shifts uncomfortably in his seat, Looking down at his legs. This felt… wrong, this really didn’t seem like Brett,

“Well, what are we gonna do? Why are you acting so weird? Is it about the prank?”

Calvin says, his voice getting quicker and having a hint of fear. Calvin hears a text and looks down at his phone.

“Hey want anything to drink?”

It was a text from Brett. He looks up at “Brett” he had a grin on his face that made the Joker look sane. He smiles awkwardly back at him, hand fiddling with the door handle,

“I have to pee!”

He announces loudly, his voice cracking as he gets out of the car and booking it to the door. The sound of footsteps behind him is prominent and he feels a lump in his throat, caused by his fear. He yanks open the door and it shuts with a loud bang. His eyes scan the small store and he sees Brett in the corner, browsing the beverages. The less than happy workers look at him, eyes narrowed from the rude entering. He doesn't seem to care as he runs up to Brett, placing his his hands on his shoulders,

“Look dude we can't go back out there.”

His voice is full of fear, he sounded like a child afraid of the dark.

“What, why?”

“There's someone in the car! He started chasing me!”

“Who?”

“It was you,”

Calvin pauses, realizing how weird that sounded,

“Well, it looked like you.”

Brett looks at him like he's insane,

“I know it's crazy, but he looked EXACTLY like you. Same hair, eyes, he even had that stupid god damn stain on his shirt!”

Calvin gestures to the light yellow mark, staining his white T-Shirt. Brett’s eyebrows furrow in confusion

“Are you okay man? You really are not making any sense.”

“It's crazy, I know. It sounds so crazy. But we have to call the police. I'm telling the truth, I swear on my life”

Brett sighs, running his hands through his dark hair, his annoyance returning

“Let me check, okay?”

“No! You can't go out there dude, I don't wanna lose a friend. He might still be out there. This is bad. Like, really bad.”

Calvin's breathing gets faster, a pit of anxiety settling in his stomach as he babbles on.

“It's fine I swear. It'll be okay.”

Even Brett started to get nervous. However, he was fueled by curiosity, so he opens the convenience store doors. The workers seem to be happy as they leave.

“There's… nothing there.”

Brett says, his voice filled with confusion,

“That's not possible. He was right there.”

Calvin replies, gesturing to the open car door,

“Are you sure you're okay?”

Brett says again, his eyes scanning over his frightened and shocked looking best friend

“I swear it was there. I don't know what it was. But something, someone, was in the car.”

“I believe you man, I really do, but, there's nothing there now. We should leave. Like, now. There's something off about this place, I feel it in my gut.”

Calvin nods in agreement,

“Yeah, let's go.”

The rush out to the car and basically throw themselves inside. They speed out of the parking lot and start driving. Calvin locks the doors and collapses in his seat. He begins to spot a figure walking down the road,

“Speed up, Brett. Don't stop.”

He feels tears of fear well up in his eyes. His suspicions are confirmed upon seeing who it was. “Brett” he had that same grin on his face, and his eyes were wide and dark, like black holes. There was something different about him. His skin this time was sickly, bumpy and almost appeared translucent. It looked like he was changing into something. “Brett” stops in the middle of the road. His smile grows wider, and Calvin starts hyperventilating. The figure waves at him and starts walking toward the small car.

“Go Brett!”

Brett speeds around him, nearing 80 mph. When Calvin looks back, he sees nothing there, and his heartbeat speeds up. He looks to the front and Bretts eyes are wide, and he looked shocked,

“What the hell was that thing.”

Brett says loudly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening,

“Skin walker.”

Calvin replies, his voice filled with a mix of shock and fear,

“They talked briefly about it in my myth and legends class. They're monsters. They're some Native American legend. We can never go back there man.”

“I don't plan on it.”

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Anne was never an ‘outdoorsy kid.’ In summer she spent her days curled up in her air conditioned home, watching tv and browsing the internet. You’d think an introvert like herself would be reading a book at every opportunity, but she really would rather do things without any thinking. She was a simple girl with simple needs. School had ended a week ago, and she had been at home all week, not even going outside once.

It's not like there wasn’t anything to do. Her town had zoo’s, cafes, museums. But, she wasn’t very… ‘social,’ most say. People describe Anne as quiet. If you ask the people who dislike her (Which isn’t many, she doesn't exactly ‘make an impact’), they would say she’s ‘more like a decoration.’

On a particularly early saturday, Anne was looking out her window. It was sunrise, and she had to admit- it was pretty. The cotton candy sky was only illuminated by the dim light of the sun. This was the first time she had looked out her window since last week, and she had just noticed the moving van from across the street. She could see there were people unloading it. Her eyes were instantly drawn to a girl. She looked about her age, tall, with hair the color of butterscotch. She was wearing a floral sundress and a sunhat. Anne watched her walk in the bad of the u-haul, and come out carrying a large box. A man, presumably her father, took the box and walked inside. The girl looked up at her window, and Anne can feel the heat rise to her cheeks as she steps away from the window.

You should go talk to her.

Her inner voice echos. Taking a deep breath, she nods and walks to her door. The sun baked down her bare neck, and halfway out of her driveway, she realized how ridiculous she looked. She was wearing baggy sweatpants, and a sweatshirt 3 sizes to big. Along with that, she was barefoot. The scorching sidewalk made her feet ache, but she managed to trudge up to the moving truck. The girl, who was inside, walked out, and jumped.

“Oh… hi!”

She says. Anne gulps. She was a lot prettier up close. Her eyes were a deep brown, with flecks of gold, and her tan skin seemed to glow. Her face was littered with freckles. Anne sticks out her hand, hoping it wasnt to sweaty.

“Hey.. um… i don't know if you noticed but i live across the the street… uh… my names Anne. It's nice to meet you.”

Her voice was quick, and it almost seemed like the girl didn't understand her. The girl smiles after a moment and shakes her hand.

“I’m Penelope. It's nice to meet you.”

Penelope sighs. She and her father had been driving almost non stop for the past three days. She was exhausted, bored, and irritable.

“Just 5 more minutes and we’re there!”

Her father says with a chuckle. She looks over at him. His warm smile makes her heart melt. She could never be angry around him. He had always been there for her. Even before her mother's passing, they were close.

“This is a new start, Penelope.”

Penelope nods,

“You’re right. We BOTH need a new start.”

She’s to lost in thought to realize they had pulled in front of their new house. She hops out of the truck. It certainly was smaller than their old house. It was painted a deep olive and was one story. She smiles faintly. Her father had opened up the truck and unlocked the front door.

“Hey Penelope!”

He calls, a box in hand,

“Start unloading the truck!”

She gives him a thumbs up and starts grabbing boxes, and setting them on the sidewalk. The sun beat down her back, and she had realized how glad she was that she wore sunscreen.  After unloading about 5 boxes, she gazes around the neighborhood. The brick house across the street seemed to call her attention. Compared to all the modern houses, this vintage style looked very out of place. She squints, and looks up. There was someone in the window. She couldn't see that well, only the silhouette, but she was a little creeped out nonetheless. She shakes away her fear and steps back into the moving truck, and starts grabbing more boxes. She pauses and gazes at all the boxes. The moving truck didn’t have much, everything they really needed was at the house. All they really took was their clothes and personal items. She grabs the nearest box and walks out. She gasps and almost drops the box. A girl stood right next to the moving truck. She looked tired, the deep bags under her eyes a huge contrast to her almost white skin. She sets down the box,

“Oh!... Hi.”

The girl visibly gulps, and wipes her hand on her large hoodie, and sticks it out

“Hey.. um… i don't know if you noticed but i live across the the street… uh… my names Anne. It's nice to meet you.”

Annes voice was quiet and quick, and Penelope barely managed to hear what she was saying, Penelope extends her hand and locks it with Anne’s

“Im Penelope, it's nice to meet you.

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