Please Note: this is 100% fiction.
Why does that silly girl do such a thing? Doesn’t she know I keep her locked up for her own good?
I stopped walking for a moment and listened to the sounds of my surroundings – buzzing of the light, chirping cricket, and bingo, quiet sobbing.
She was curled up against the wall, behind the reeds, and beneath the lights. “Joyce?” I approached her slowly.
“Go away, you monster!” She screamed and got up to try to run but I grabbed her arm. “Let go of me!”
“You’re unwell, Joyce. Let me help you.” I said in my social worker voice.
(100 words)
This is Another Story 
A creepy setup.
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Thank you, in time for Halloween, I guess. 😁
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Very suitable 😉
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I don’t know how I feel about this, somehow I don’t trust the narrator has the best of intentions…
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I don’t trust the narrator either.
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Who can you trust most, your own mind or help from others?
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Based on my own experience, it might be better to trust neither.
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A nice hot chocolate by the fire, alone, maybe a better answer.
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Haha, yes, that sounds like a nice answer. 😀
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Yeah, that “social worker voice” gave it the final creepy touch. My license in social work gave me an entree into private practice counseling, and I tried very hard to just be myself and not use my”social worker voice” 🙂
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I have seen movies and TV shows, that “social worker” voice, yikes.
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This is very unsettling and we are all thinking the same thing:
“Who can you trust?”
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I was thinking as I wrote this story as this is a literal scene in my head. Who can one trust when his/her freedom is suddenly taken away?
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Aww, poor thing.
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“For her own good”, a cover up for all manner of evil deeds against women through out history. You’ve stuck a nerve here.
Tracey
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I’ve heard that phrase many times before. It’s what my mom says every time she doesn’t want me to do something I want, which ultimately implied control and it sucks.
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You left me feeling uneasy. Very uneasy.
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i wanted to believe she was her savior.
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I did, too, but I couldn’t.
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Interesting story. 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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Oo this is very disturbing. You’ve captured the delusional voice of the ‘social worker’ so well. It’s great to read stories that take the ‘villain’s’ point of view – very hard to do, but you’ve nailed it in this.
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I don’t write in the villain’s POV often but it was sure fun. 🙂
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Very creepy and disturbing!
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