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SHAZAM!




Prompt: A message from an unknown number leads to a shocking revelation! Write a story in 200 words in a chat format.

ENTRY 1: SHAZAM! 

Unknown: Shazam !

Jasmine: Ha! Look who's here! Remembered me after a lifetime…

Unknown: This is a new number, Jaz. I was unable to attend your wedding. Heard you were back in town, so texted you. 

Jasmine: Where were you all this while, Rachel? I had called you several times in these past few months

Unknown: I was buried deep in work, Jaz. Shall we meet? I can't talk right now.

Jasmine: Of course, tell me where.

Unknown: Bring along your Jon and all our pals too. Let's all meet together.

Jasmine: How exciting! Say when.

Unknown: Tomorrow at noon. 'Cottage By The Lake, No.33'. Don't tell him just yet, let it be a surprise.

Jasmine: Let his eyes pop out when he sees my stunning bestie. 

Unknown: Let's have some fun too like the good old times and play treasure hunt. Bring  along a shovel. 

Jasmine: That's my girl!

Unknown:The first task is to find the clue buried under the Oak tree right outside the cottage.

***

Jasmine: Jon! Why are you so pale?...

***Screams in horror…weeps hysterically***

A skeleton is unearthed with a phone labelled 'Jon' between it's bony fingertips! Rachel had reached out for justice from the other side. 

(Word count: 200)

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            ENTRY 2: I SEE YOU!

Unknown: Rose of Sharon! 

Sharon: Who are you? I think you've the wrong number

Unknown: I don't think so. How can you forget me so soon?

Sharon: I don't have time for these juvenile games. Reveal your identity, else..

Unknown: Think, Sharon. Only I called you Rose of Sharon.

Sharon: Philip…?

Unknown: You break my heart…

Sharon: I still think you've got the wrong number 

Unknown: I'm standing outside your house right now! 

Sharon: I'm looking out and I don't see you. You've got the wrong house too!

Unknown: I see you, Sharon. You're in a pastel blue dress with summer flower prints

Sharon: This is getting creepy, mister! 

Unknown: I still love you, although from afar. But you've completely forgotten about me. Well, Happy Birthday to you.

Sharon: How do you know it's my birthday today?

Unknown: I know it because you drove me to take my own life on this day last year after humiliating me for attending your party. You and your gang of bullies !!

Sharon: What the…wait.. Charlie??? But how can you.. you're...I mean Charlie's dead!


The phone pings and a picture is received with Sharon's back to the camera looking out of her window. 

(Word count: 200)

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

©️ Sangeetha Kamath 

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