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"Pew! Pew! Die Mr. Cop!" Little Johnny exclaimed, whilst holding two plastic figurines in his small hands: a policeman and a dog.

His mother giggled, observing him play. Then she froze when hearing the news on the television.

"This just in: a policeman was shot by his dog."

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"What do you desire?" The devil asked with a grin. His words echoed in her mind.

"Well..." Her voice trailed away in hesitation. He narrowed his eyes like slits, glowering at her with growing impatience.

"Love."

The word tasted like ash in her mouth.

"That's not what you desire," he retorted, his menacing grin widened as though he could read her mind.

"I want to..." She lowered her voice in a secretive tone, "burn this kingdom down."

He chuckled darkly.

"No, that's not what you want either."

She decided to give it one more try.

"I want you."

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"I have good news and bad news," Dr. Belding announced, holding a wailing newborn in his arms.

"What's the bad news?" Daniel asked.

Looking at him with a grave expression, the doctor said, "Cassandra Tame died giving birth."

Daniel's heart sank to his stomach, which was churning with fear. "And the good news?"

He hoped Dr. Belding would say, 'Gotcha! It's just a prank, bro' but, instead, the doctor handed over the crying baby to him.

"Congratulations," Dr. Belding said absently. "You're now a father to a healthy baby girl."

Good news? More like, terrible news!

"But..." Daniel squeaked, "I'm only thirteen."

His father, who was hovering beside him, glared at the young boy with a stern expression.

"Were you concerned about your age when you fooled around with a much older woman?"

Daniel hung his head in shame.

"No, you weren't," his father snapped. "Now you must pay the price. You will raise this baby by yourself. Take full responsibility for your actions."

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"Can you see me?"

Elise was taken aback by the question. She was sitting on the top deck of a bus, next to a cute brown-haired boy. She was sneaking glances at him, admiring his physical appearance, until he caught her staring at him.

"Erm... Yes, I can," she said, her cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"Huh... strange," he muttered with a straight face. "No one's been able to see me for the past fifty years ever since that accident."

"What accident?" Elise asked, confused.

"The bus crashed against the city hospital in the summer of 1969 and it burnt up in flames," he said tonelessly. "Many lives were lost that day."

He stared at the window, watching the world blur past. "And I've been stuck here, in the same spot, just waiting for someone to notice me. I was losing hope..."

He looked back at Elise, whose face had turned ghastly pale. "Until you came along."

"Uh..." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "How... How are you still alive?"

No emotion darted across his face. "I'm not."

Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

"What's wrong?" He asked, noticing her visible discomfort. There was a trace of a playful smirk across his face. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Elise gulped nervously and looked away, unable to hold his eye contact.

"Oh look," she gasped out, jolting up from her seat. "This is my stop! Gotta go!"

Without looking back, she ran away for her dear life. The boy watched her leave, chuckling in amusement.

Another boy, who was around his age, sat beside him where Elise had been sitting.

"What the heck was that, Nate?" Tom asked, shaking his head.

"Did ya see the look on her face?" Nathan said, slapping his knee as he spluttered out laughing. "She bought that crap! She actually thought I was a ghost!"

Tom clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Man, what's wrong with you? She was really cute and you could've had a shot with her, but you scared her away! Absolute moron."

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"Why were you staring at my boyfriend?" Bella hissed, her blue eyes alight with fury.

It was after class and there was no one else around in the classroom, except for these two girls. Bella had cornered her classmate against the wall, preventing her from fleeing.

Lilith chuckled under her breath. "I wasn't staring at him, silly."

A smirk curved her glossed lips as she gazed into Bella's eyes.

"I was staring at you."

Bella blinked in surprise, dumbfounded. "Why?"

"Because you're so gorgeous," Lilith confessed. "I couldn't take my eyes off you."
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Published: 2/6/2020
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