Mystery
Corridor.
I shift uncomfortably on the hard ground as the sound of rushing whirls around me, a gentle breeze moving the air in contrast to the loud noise filling my ears. I open my eyes hesitantly, blinking to attempt to clear my vision. I sit up quick, noticing I’m not in my room where I thought I was. Rubbing my eyes, I attempt to clear them and feel a grainy sensation all over my face. Sand? Where am I? I look down at my hand, squinting in the darkness, and see billions of tiny black and white crystals, barely visible in the dark cavern I found myself sitting in. What in the world is going on? Shaking my hand, I find myself unable to remove any of the crystals and start to look around and gauge my surroundings. Everyone always told me that my eyesight was way better than it should be, especially in the dark, almost superhuman. Even with that help, though, I found myself unable to see anything but my own body, and a tiny pinprick of light seemingly far off in the distance. Looking down at my legs, I can see they also have the crystal sand covering them, but as I brush my hand down the length of my leg it falls off, to reveal skin that I’d not seen before. My leg looks pink, soft, almost like a newborn baby. Definitely not the scarred, freckled legs I’m used to. I brush away the rest of the granules from my legs, then brush my hands together, watching the shower of crystals fall to the ground. I move my hands to my temples, gently rubbing them, trying to figure out what is going on. I look again towards the tiny, white light, straining my eyes to try to make out something in this dark abyss, but even after giving my eyes time to adjust to the darkness, it was me, and that damn light. Frustrated, I tried to stand to investigate, almost immediately hitting my head on the ceiling of wherever I was. Ow! I wince in pain and shrink back down to my knees, swearing I feel the ceiling lower and brush against my unruly hair. I reach my hand, gingerly, to where the ceiling should be, and stare in amazement as my arm completely extends, not encountering any surfaces. I keep my arm extended and sweep down and around me, not finding any other surfaces. Confused, I pull my legs to my chest, head to my knees, and desperately try to remember anything before this moment.
By Erica Mays5 years ago in Fiction
The Nextian Universe of Jasper Fforde
If you could chat with any character you’ve ever read about, who would it be? Would you be having tea with Hermione to discuss which spell she finds the most difficult? Would you take a leisurely stroll with Samwise Gamgee and have him show you the highlights of Hobiton? Might the possibility of having an audience with Gandalf, Merlin, and Dumbledore together at the same time be of interest to you? How about hanging out with Luke Skywalker and finding out he’s always had a crush on Marianne Dashwood? This is the setting of Jasper Fforde’s series beginning with The Eyre Affair.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Fiction
Broken Records
The night was filled with the natural rhythm of crickets chirping. Above, the dark sky seemed to be illuminated from behind, a deep indigo colour absorbed the vision of anyone whose gaze drifted upward. Amongst the rich hue were pinpricks of light that peered down to the open field below. The moon spilled white light onto the tall, dying stalks of corn that stood at attention across the landscape.
By auraborrows5 years ago in Fiction
The Wishing Tree
“Come quick!” shouted Julia down the phone. “Ari’s gone missing!” No sooner had Detective Thomas McCloud closed his front door and started towards his car did large raindrops begin to splatter on the ground. Thankfully, he was wearing his trusty red trench coat. He sped along the dirt and gravel roads as quickly as his small battered car would allow and was soon sprinting, or rather jogging, towards Julia’s house, and Julia who was standing on her front porch looking a bit frazzled. McCloud didn’t mind a bit of rain, but he did not like thunderstorms one bit, and by the time he’d reached the front steps of the Sylvania’s house, the rain had turned into one heavy thunderstorm.
By Caitlin McColl5 years ago in Fiction
The Jade Dragonfly
‘Aha!’ said Constable Lattley as he knelt down to take a closer look. ‘Look at this Detective!’ he said excitedly. Detective Tom McCloud was just starting to open the pantry door in the kitchen when he sighed and came over to where Johnny was kneeling on the floor peering at something on the ground. ‘What is it?’ he grumbled.
By Caitlin McColl5 years ago in Fiction
