Short Story Soup

Becoming Visible (gxg)

A/N - So a while back a lovely friend had a book of writing prompts that several of us made short stories from. If you've read some of my other short stories, then you should know that Donating to my Future and Like Mother, Like Daughter were written from those prompts. Now, not everyone finished their story, and as it turns out I like to write. So, the lovely See_you_feel_you sent me the beginning of the story she wrote, and told me I could finish it. Which, as you can see, I did. Now, she should take a bow, because she did a bunch of the writing for it, but now it is finally done. It is a little bit of a ghost story, though quite a bit different than my book Ghosted, and we hope you enjoy it. Oh, and go check out her books if you haven't already (she has some amazing ones, so there is a good chance you already have!).

TW - Talk of past suicide

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Malorie's POV

"It was so nice having you here" I wave with a sarcastic smile as I sit on the kitchen counter.

I watch the hired movers take out the last few boxes and the couch. They should definitely burn that couch because it's so fucking uncomfortable.

"You are a very lovely couple." I smile. "John" I look at him with an amusing smile. "Go do some research on pleasing your wife, okay. You need some work buddy." I laugh.

"Veronica" I smirk and turn to her as she picks up one more box from the counter. "You do you my darling" I point out to her with a big smile.

She definitely knows how to please herself. If John only knew what happened in this apartment when he had to work late. Veronica had the time of her life with that little toy of hers. I wish I could've seen what she thought of. I am about 80% sure it wasn't John.

But hey, whatever works for her, right?

I had so much fun with these two and I'm impressed how long they held out. I mean moving the furniture around during a scary movie was probably taking it too far, but it was time for them to leave.

I need some peace and quiet.

I've been stuck in the apartment for six years. I've seen people come and go, and also some people packing their bags on the first night. I don't want anyone here, I just want to be left in peace. I'll always be alone anyway so why torture myself with annoying people and their weird living habits. I don't want to see that everyday. Thank you very much. I would much rather look at an empty apartment and imagine the life I could've had.

The door closes behind them and the silence fills the air.

"Good job Malorie" I pat myself on the shoulder. "You still know how to chase people away" I sigh with a slight chuckle and turn away from the door.

This is all I've ever known. This was my life. I've always been alone. I chose to be alone. Why change it now?

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"The pass is good, Holmes has the ball. There's only five seconds on the clock. Can she take the shot?"

I plant my feet on the wooden floor and flick the paper ball up over my head and it flies across the living room.

"Aaannnnndddd" I scream and watch the ball fall right into the bucket. "It's good!" I cheer and run around the living room. I hear a key in the door and my eyebrow shoots up in curiosity. I step towards the door and as it swings open the familiar face of Lucinda appears in front of me. I groan and throw my head back. "Not another one Lucinda! It's only been like three days." I whine and fall down on the floor. "Couldn't you just let me have my moment?" I roll my eyes with a big sigh.