Mystery
Dreamer - Chapter 1
Disclaimer: This is a story with multiple parts. You can find the previous chapter right here. We pulled into the far back of Lakemond cemetery, driving past all the old stones towards emptiness. Where she is now. Where she has been for the past eleven years. I stepped out of the car, turning my head to face my father, who stayed remaining in the drivers seat, before walking towards her stone. The cemetery always managed to freaked me out. How would it not? It's basically a large empty field filled with old rock stones sitting on top of rotting bodies that were located six feet underneath, all covered up and hidden with dirt. If it wasn't for me wanting to say one last final goodbye to my mother, I wouldn't even want to be here right now. I wouldn't even willingly want to come in here.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet5 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Death (part 5)
The end of Drina’s night had finally come to an end as she slumped into the couch in the hostel’s common room. What a draining night, she thought while resting her arm over her eyes. Ocan had already long gone to sleep, having checked on her before resting in the common room. Lulu had offered to make a meal for Drina before she headed off to bed herself. It was well past into the night, and the common room was empty and silent. Something she welcomed with open arms since her evening was spent surrounded by a constant stream of people. Who would have thought she was going to be as popular as she was? The moment the festival grounds were open and running, she had a constant stream of guests. It wasn’t bad considering she was good at what she does and the money was splendid. It was the dull and recurring questions and statements.
By Turan Turnip5 years ago in Fiction
Tick Tock Goes The Clock
Tick Tock, Tick Tock the clock goes, moves as time comes, and flows. To where? No one knows, or do they? Is time real? Or is it just something we humans made up to make sense of our perceptions because of how our minds are wired? I know that we in our human vessels will never really know until our souls are back home, with Source. As a child, I was always interested in time and space, what it is, and why we exist. Such deep questions twisted around in my head cyclone style in a never-ending tropical storm. I could stare up into the sky for hours on end. "What's out there?" rang deep down to my inner soul. I still struggle with daily occurrences in wondering The Big WHY? I often get caught at green lights changing unnoticed, woken by a blaring horn from deep in thought.
By Kimberly Paulus5 years ago in Fiction
All is luminous, but still unknown
Effie sat on the colourless grass, eating colourless strawberries she’d bought from a colourless supermarket, the latter being nothing to do with her colour blindness. She watched as ant-like visitors returned on foot from the tiny island poking out of the sea a few hundred yards offshore. Most of the time, access could only be gained by boat, but at low spring tide a footpath is revealed, a path which the turn of the tide would totally submerge again. If she was lucky, the unwary would get caught out and she would leave her grassy dune, race down to the shoreline and jump into her dinghy to race out to rescue them—for a price!
By Elaine Ruth White5 years ago in Fiction
Gara
His feet felt like they were being stabbed by daggers with every step he took, and his arms were begging for a break from smacking vegetation to the side to move. He had been running for three days now, without food or water; and beginning to take a toll on him, exhaustion crept its way through him. He stopped for a second to catch a breath, resting his hands on his knees as he panted. He looked up and, in front of him, a dirt road that contorted across the forest manifested itself. After some thought, he stood up and decided to follow it.
By Writing For Me5 years ago in Fiction
Cindy's Pond
Cindy said that she found her father’s naked body near the pond in the backyard of their house. She claimed he was lying face down on his right side, with his lower half still in water and upper half on land when she came upon him. He had died almost immediately because there were no signs of struggle.
By Joseph Upton5 years ago in Fiction
The Dome
It happened at exactly midnight. The power went out in our whole town. I live in a small, boring town, only a couple hundred people live here. So, it wasn't weird that so many came outside to see what happened and to check on their neighbors. None of us were expecting what we were about to see.
By Tales from a Madman5 years ago in Fiction
A new world
The sun rose over the mountains as Ash opened the zip to her little hiking tent. Still inside her sleeping bag she peeked out and let out her little terrier, Harry so he could relieve himself. She smiled as the warmth of the sun hit her face and closed her eyes to savour it all. She was alone, in her tent with her best mate, little Harry and enjoying just being a part of nature. She thought about lying back down and dozing for a while but she also really wanted a warm coffee inside her, so she reluctantly unzipped her sleeping bag, pulled on her yellow down jacket, put her feet into her teva sandals and slipped her beanie over her tangle braids. Harry came pounding up to her, with all the energy of a puppy first thing in the morning, despite being nearly 6yrs old. She grabbed some doggie biscuits from his pouch and put them on the tree log beside her and Harry greedily ate them up. She set up her jetboil to boil some water and made a coffee. Holding the cup in both hands she breathed in the smell and felt the warmth soaking into her ice-cold fingers. She savoured that first sip and felt it start to warm her from the inside out.
By Jaqui O'Donohoe 5 years ago in Fiction
Round and Green
VOCAL contest: Green light It was New Year’s Eve, 1987, and I was sitting on a dock on the St. Lawrence River, the infamous Thousand Islands, with my husband, Jeff. The night was clear and dark, with the moon just beginning to wax. It was 4°F and the River was frozen solid. The quiet was almost deafening: no insects, no animals, no people, and not even fireworks. So different from the decades of summers my family had spent here at our cottage. We were all alone for a cozy, quiet, long weekend for New Year’s Eve.
By Lynn Henschel5 years ago in Fiction
