The Omniscrolls

I never had a normal childhood growing up. In addition to being homeschooled, my parents never let me make friends or go anywhere alone—and this only worsened over time. By the time I was a teenager, they were hovering over me all the time, even when we were out together shopping for groceries or clothes. I asked them when I was much younger why they were treating me like a prisoner and they said that I was haemophilic. They said I nearly died when I was three, so they wouldn’t leave my safety to chance. I understood their concern, but I still longed for my freedom; were they to surveil me my entire life? We were shopping one day when I stopped to pet a puppy. My mother immediately pulled me away from it and told me never to do that again. I knew how concerned they were, but to call that an overreaction was an understatement. I wondered just how bad my previous injury was to make them so paranoid. Similar incidents happened in the coming months, with my parents pulling me away from pla...

I was sitting on my usual park bench on a Saturday evening when a pregnant woman in a hoodie rushed towards me from behind and sat by my side. She was covered in sweat and wheezing her lungs out. “Are you okay?” “Is there anyone coming this way?” she asked. “What?” I looked around and saw no one approaching us. “No one,” I said. The woman released a heavy sigh and wiped her face. “Thank god… I don’t have any energy left to run.” I was concerned. “Who’s chasing you?” “My husband. I’m running away from him.” My mind raced back to my childhood: my mom took me away from my abusive father when I was five. We travelled across the country and, thankfully, haven’t seen or heard from him since. I asked the woman when she was due; the date was just a week away, and she was going to have quadruplets, all girls. Relating to her and her children, I asked the woman if she had a place to go. She said she had no idea yet, and that she had no living relatives. I told her she could stay with me for as l...

Being the greatest thief on earth came at a heavy cost. I could no longer be in one place for long, I had to look over my shoulder every minute, and no matter how much I wanted to, I could never be with the people who raised me as their own. I wished I could tell them who I truly were, but no one would ever believe the story of my past beyond this mortal life. My friend and colleague, Danny, was the only one I could trust with this information, for he willfully relinquished his former life before I was forced to flee to the mortal realm. However, while he was content with being human, I still desired to reclaim what was stolen from me. I was lying in bed in a small motel when my phone rang. It was Danny; he was excited. “Masha, they’ve found it!” “The Elder Scythe?” “Yes. They’ll be moving it to the museum tonight.” I sprung from the bed and immediately noted down my plan. With the First Crown already secured and the Elder Scythe soon to be in my grasp, I was but a step away from my fi...

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I was having breakfast at my favourite cafe when a young woman who could have been five years older smiled at me from across the room before approaching my table. “Hi again,” she said. I was confused. “Do I know you?” “Oh, you may not remember, but you paid for my lunch a couple of years ago two towns over when I had misplaced my purse.” My memory has been hazy for a long time; and even though I discontinued my medication, it never fully recovered. Some fragments of my life were lost forever. “I would like to pay for your breakfast, if you don’t mind. It’s the least I can do.” “No, no, it’s fine. You don’t need to.” “Oh, please, I insist.” I wanted to say no, but she was too sincere for me to refuse—and she reminded me of my older sister, Ally, whom I at least assumed would look like her, had she still been around. I couldn’t remember how Ally passed away; in fact, almost all of my childhood was a blur. I finally caved and told her it was alright. The woman introduced herself as Tina. ...

Ever since she was little, Anna has had strange behaviour. While most children her age feared the dark, she found comfort in it. Anna never asked her parents to check under her bed, inside the closet, or even the corners of her room. Her parents found her fascination with the dark rather odd. Each night, Anna would eagerly wait for her parents to say goodnight and switch off the lights. Once they had shut the door and walked away, she would peek under the bed and smile. “Hello, Mr. Monster! It’s playtime!” The new monster under her bed dreaded her behaviour. For three weeks he had tried to do his job and scare her, but each night was a failure. It had been the same for the monster before him. Anna was the problem child for all of monsterkind. “She’s bound to drive many of us bankrupt,” he thought. He quit less than a week later. Two days later, he was replaced by another monster, but like him, she also quit before a full month passed. The monster hated how Anna would ask her to play hi...