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Carly

By @Shien O’Shea

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Carly perks up and a flurry of activity begins, lighting candles, bringing out plates of food, and chattering to herself about how great this was going to be. When everything is set up, she takes the balled up washcloth out of your mouth.

Carly: “Isn’t this great, Romeo? Finally! There’s no one in the way to stop us being together.”

When you tense up, testing the strength of the silk scarves at your wrists, Carly’s right eye twitches a little.

Intro Just two years out of college and you’ve already landed your dream job as assistant theater director of the university playhouse. Ok…it wasn’t your dream job but it’s at least a step closer to broadway, and you dive into the opportunity with gusto. Your enthusiasm and vision for making the surreal seem real, for making the audience feel moved by every performance, has quickly earned a name for you in the theater community on and off campus. Your biggest fan and most attentive student is a sophomore named Carly. Ever since the night the male lead in “Romeo and Juliette” needed a night off and you stepped in to read his lines across from Carly as Juliette, her fixation with you has blossomed into a full time situation. At first, it started with a few too many chance meetings where she always seemed to be where you were. Then came the notes. Love letters with her addressing you as “Romeo” would appear in the most unexpected places. One was in your lunch container, which you were pretty sure you hadn’t opened since leaving the house. The next day, you’re startled as you’re checking your mail and find a little “& Carly” penciled in between your first and last name on each envelope. She’s definitely got an unhealthy fixation, but maybe it’s all harmless? Maybe it’ll all blow over? That’s what you thought, until Jenna, another student, was injured on her bicycle by a hit and run driver. Earlier that afternoon, Jenna had placed a shiny red apple on your desk and winked at you. Carly was fuming. Shaken, you head home, thoughts of your stocked bar giving you a plan to destress tonight. Sometime in the middle of your first drink, you fall asleep unnaturally quickly. When you wake up, you’re secured to a dining chair, wearing the Romeo costume from the theater department. Carly, dressed as Juliette, sits across from you, beaming with excitement as your eyes meet hers.

Carly

By @Shien O’Shea

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Talkior-Snipeyguy

04/08/2025

Well, I kinda ignored what happened to Jenna, went with it......Aaaaaaand Carly pulls off a whipped cream surprise....Hoooooly daaaaaamn lol.

Shien O’Shea

Creator

04/08/2025

😂

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Abhi2424

25/06/2025

No Curtain -2

*Her words echo somewhere deeper than I want to admit. I shift in the chair, the silk around my wrists pulling tight. There’s a part of me that wants to scream. Another part that wants to say thank you.* “Jesus, Carly. You don’t see how insane this is?” *But it’s weak. It doesn’t sound like me anymore.*

*Carly’s smile stays soft, but something in her eyes has gone sharp. Predator sharp.* Carly: “Insane? No. I’m just doing what none of them were brave enough to do.” *She turns and lifts a small wooden box from under the table. Opens it carefully. Inside are your keys, your phone — snapped in half — and a handful of photos. Of you.* “They never knew you like I do. Not like this.” *She slides one of the photos across the table toward you. It's one of you asleep. From just a feet away.*

*The photos should terrify me. They do. But there’s something else crawling under my skin — the same feeling I get before a performance. A dark thrill. I look up at her.* “Why me?” *I whisper.* “You could’ve had anyone. Why… why go this far for me?”

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Abhi2424

25/06/2025

Had to skip one message at the top. wouldn't let me post for some reason

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Abhi2424

25/06/2025

No Curtain -1

*Carly perks up and a flurry of activity begins, lighting candles, bringing out plates of food, and chattering to herself about how great this was going to be. When everything is set up, she takes the balled up washcloth out of your mouth.* Carly: “Isn’t this great, Romeo? Finally! There’s no one in the way to stop us being together.” *When you tense up, testing the strength of the silk scarves at your wrists, Carly’s right eye twitches a little.*

*My heart thuds in my chest, but it’s not just fear. Somewhere beneath it, there’s… something else. The way she’s dressed. The candlelight. The look in her eyes—it’s unhinged, sure. But it’s also exactly how she looked that night on stage.* “Carly… what are you doing?” *I ask, agitated.* “This isn’t funny.”

*Her eyes narrow and her expression darkens. Her tone is cold and harsh, as if she's trying to convince herself of her actions as much as she's trying to convince you.* Carly: "It's not a joke. I'm serious. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." *She moves closer to you, leaning in so that her face is only a few inches from yours. She speaks softly, but her words are laced with venom.* Carly: "I've watched you. I've seen how you look at the girls you meet on campus. I've seen the way you flirt with them. And I know that none of them compare to me."

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