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The Inkwell presents: Unreliable Witness

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Whether a cellphone camera waved around by our nearest and dearest or the security system of the local 7/11, we're always being watched. What those electronic eyes see in these 8 stories may not be what their viewers expect.

The Group - A psychologist sits in on a session with a very unique group.
Press Play, Look Happy - When pursuing the appearance of happiness, don't forget to strive for the reality.
One Week in Rome - Finally reminiscing about a week away reveals a disturbing truth.
WTH (#8) - Kevin and the Sins are finally free from the curse, but trouble is not done with Hazel house.
Fade to Black - The line between love and obsession is thin and blurs in an instant.
Dead Girl - Sometimes, the person we were died when we became the person we are.
Today's Turmoil - Memory is fleeting and recognition ever more so.
Dogged Detective Work - Few things have a rational explanation, especially when it comes to murder.All Rights Reserved

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Heartbeat (GirlxGirl) lesbian by YurikoHime

I felt a longing to trail my hands on her body. To explore and know the vampire that managed to steal my heart. I inched closer, every single cell of my body hyper aware of her nearness. The music picked up its rhythm, and we swayed with each other, a dance of seduction that slowly but surely consumed my mind. My eyes automatically went to her lips, frozen in a half-smile, tempting, coaxing me to kiss her. In this moment, my sickness, my parents and siblings, every thought seemed to vanish, except her and me. Sweat trickled down my back. I leaned nearer, nearer, feeling her breath on my face. I opened my mouth, ready to taste the forbidden fruit in front of me.

The Painting by colleyflowers

"It took me five seconds to fall. The impact on my chest jarring my body but not my mind. I suppose this is the point where your life is supposed to flash before your eyes as time itself freezes - and it did in a way. But I didn't relive my life physically like walking through an old memory, déjà vu in each step. It was a feeling, something that started in my chest and spread to my fingertips, one so unique to me that it encapsulated each significant event into one single second." For as long as May can remember one mystery has haunted her world. A dirty window before her, the grim obstructing her vision, she has lived with a loss she can't identify - that is until one rainy night. Gradually the spots of dirt May scratched at for so long wipe away with the touch of a finger. But when she looks in will she like what she sees - or will curiosity kill the cat?

The Parallels by Shickzander

Everything changed when that power plant exploded, when the two worlds combined. Everybody has a doppelganger, a much darker, much more sinister doppelganger. Nobody trusts them and for a good reason. They're dark. They're terrifying, full of morose speech and unusual hobbies. But both worlds have decided to co-exist until they could find a way to fix this problem. It's been a year since the merge happened and Matthew has just started university. Everything is going smoothly. He's been pulled into a program along with a few others, including his brother, which encourages people to work with their Doppelgangers and requires him to live with his. But now there's a serial killer loose on campus and the second players are suspect. Can Matthew and his friends solve the case and restore the relationship between the two parallels or will this murder result in an all out war? "It's been almost two years and you're finally doing another 2P! fic?" -Obama "Dude, where tf u been??? I missed U." -Alfred, who probably talks like that tbh "I miss 2015." -everybody

Watch Me ✔️ by TaylorLetofsky

"I would prefer not to hurt you, but I will if I need to." They said. I felt cold metal on my neck moving lightly against my skin. My emotions were a wreck, I felt anger, fear, and adrenaline all within me at once. But I knew I was not going to die today. Let them think I want this, I'll play into their delusions, and work towards the best plan of escape. Someone had to know I was missing, so now I would just have to start the long game. ************************************************ *Trigger warning: some scenes contain mention or detail related to sensitive topics. Story is rated mature for the mentioned topics* #1 in editing 5/23/2019 #9 in scary 7/10/2019 #11 in pride 1/10/2021 #27 in stalker 5/9/2019 #40 in fiction 1/22/2019

The Memory Therapist - ONC 2020 by BayleyKate

The world is a dark and scary place, full of psychopaths that feel compulsion to commit heinous acts and feel no guilt afterwards. But what if there was a way to feed these compulsions without having anyone die? Meet Dr. Clowd, a renowned Memory Therapist. She has made it her purpose to prevent such travesties from ever occurring by treating those classified as "pre-criminals", specifically deterring predicted murderers. The concept is simple: provide a memory of a killing for the urge to be sated. It will save lives. But the reality is not so simple. Dr. Clowd is thrown into an investigation, after sharing the memory of a young girl's murder with multiple pre-criminals, making the investigation that much harder for the lead detective. The only catch, it's her own memory she's sharing. Can Dr. Clowd help solve the investigation while keeping her dark side a secret?

Almost Got Away With It (COMPLETED) by iamnenee

Her hands shook violently as she dialed the 7 digits to call her big brother. Her heart was beating so loud, and fast in her mind. She was shaking nervously as she put the phone to her ear. She did a silent prayer hoping he would pick up. She was lucky he even picked up at 2 in the morning. "Hello?" his deep voice flowed through the phone. "Kianna?" he asked a little worried. "I-I killed him." she forced out as she cried out loud. "I killed him, Leon. I-I d-didn't mean t-to!" she cried louder. That night changed her life forever. BOOK 1. Written when I was 16 BOOK 2 IS COMING SOON.. (in work) ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️: Might trigger some. If you don't like it please STOP reading!!!! DAMN Published: February. 13. 2020 Finished: November. 2. 2020 1k reads 5/3/20 5k reads 5/6/20 10k reads 5/19/20 15k reads 5/30/20 20k reads 6/9/20 30k reads 6/27/20 40k reads 7/17/20 50k reads 8/10/20 60k reads 9/22/20 70k reads 10/20/20 80k reads 11/6/20 90k reads 12/9/20 100k reads 01/12/21 130k reads 06/29/21 140k reads 09/16/21 150k reads 12/10/21 160k reads 2/2/22 170k reads 06/1/22 180k reads 10/12/22 190k reads 06/20/23 200k reads 03/12/24

Perception (Apparition Investigations #1) by ElizaLainn

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Releasing The Trapped by SparksSunrise

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