Bursts written by Jessica Cambrook.

"We have to stop her from talking. If she tells anyone, we're done for. Our careers will be over. This all ends." Maxine slammed the car door behind her as she got out, checking for surveillance.

"Is that a threat?" Freddie laughed, completely carefree. It was always like this. Maxine had to wonder how he had become an...

309 words by J Cambrook

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His eyes don’t blink. From eleven to midnight every night, he stands and stares at me. Right at me. His skin has an ethereal glow in the milky moonlight. His clothes cling to him and his hair sags like he's all wet. Though his face is inches away from the window, his breath doesn't fog the glass. When he's there, my room...

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We were gods. For a time.

Now we are like lambs for the slaughter.

One of our test subjects has gone missing. We counted and recounted but one of them has escaped. We know their behaviour in more detail than we know our own, which is a blessing and a curse. If we reflected too much on our actions we – anyone...

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We were gods. We took the unwanted humans, leeching from the rest of us, and forced them underground, away from civilization. We had no choice, in the beginning.

At first we gave them food and water, but when it rained their tiny underground village flooded and some died by getting trapped in crevices and tiny caves...

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You followed her down the street. She could feel the lingering, lustful eyes on the back of her head but she couldn't bring herself to turn around. A shiver rippled down her spine, spidering out through her arms and legs so the hairs stood on end. You licked your lips and allowed yourself a sly smirk. She was fifteen. Her...

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Lots of people dream about plane crashes, very few are ever involved in them. Even fewer survive them as near death experiences.

Sparks of adrenaline shoot through your veins. Your heart feels like it's going to explode with tension. Your brain whizzes at a million miles a minute trying to understand how your short...

642 words by J Cambrook

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It is ugly. Horrific. Worse than anything I've seen in horror films or in graphic horror comics. I was just walking home from my boyfr... ex-boyfriend's house. He decided we were 'too close' and that 'we needed some space' because I'd 'changed beyond recognition'. I hadn't realised that 'too close' was even possible in a...

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I believe some of the most romantic love stories begin in the most unexpected of places. Because she had fallen in and out of love around fifty times (if that one time behind the club counted... and that other one in the toilets, the same night) Chantelle had all but given up on finding true love.

It was an average...

498 words by J Cambrook

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Published 10 years ago

John
I never stopped thinking about you. Not once. Not even when my darling, loyal wife Susanna found out. I had to break things off for the children, of course, but I kept our letters as a small act of devoted rebellion. There was more passion interwoven in our words than I had experienced in a twenty year marriage to...

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"Kids, please get into the car. We'll be caught if we don't leave very soon." Jeremy ushered his three children into the people carrier and strapped the younger ones in. It was just after sunrise and the weak sun cast a warm and hopeful glow on the street they were in. It was going to be a very hot day, and Jeremy took...

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For most people, the end of the world began with pandas. Yes, those chubby, furry, harmless herbivores got most of the blame from the public when society collapsed. However in my own humble opinion, it would be more sensible to blame, perhaps, the government, envelopes, Geraldine Tucker, Christmas, society’s love of money...

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"Are you not bored of that stupid game yet, Jake?" I sighed. Lying on the settee, watching television, I'd gotten sick of seeing other people being filmed having a good time. Currently the presenter was readying herself to bungee jump off the Grand Canyon. I wanted something real to talk about with my friends.
"No? Why...

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Published 10 years ago

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