Mystery
Marigold Dream
Waking up to a cloudy day, mom yelling WAKE UP! Not the best Tuesday to wake up to. As I walked to the bathroom to get ready to start my day, I couldn’t shake off the strange dream, I had last night. I can say, I smelled the flowers on the field like in the dream while in the bathroom, as it felt so real. I knew no one would believe me. They would think, I had gone mad.
By Lisette Camacho-Alvarez5 years ago in Fiction
Three Deep Breaths
7892 Sylvester Street, 12:30 AM OR I’LL TELL THEM. That’s all the paper read when Sheldon received it three hours ago. No instructions. He could only assume he was supposed to just show up at the specified address, and subsequent specified time. He looked down at his watch. 12:22 AM. Eight minutes. He took three deep breaths and began tapping his foot on the floor of the bus, feeling himself grow impatient. He looked around and wished he was one of the other few people on the bus, probably all of them sitting here, without a care in the world.
By Rachel Aikema5 years ago in Fiction
Yellow, Yellow, Yellow. Top Story - August 2021.
The sun beat down hot and heavy in the sky, the shadows on the ground were slimming. He’d be here soon. Tree tops swayed in the breeze as the bees carried out their pollination. The meadow was small yet open. I ran my fingers through the thin blades of grass surrounding my feet, knees tucked under my chin.
By Miles Vaessen5 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare into Fantasy- Part 4
He jumped off the couch and began frantically searching his parents house. He desperately yelled out into the darkness, “MOM! DAD! TANYA! ANYBODY!” illuminating the house as he dashed from room to room. Everywhere he explored was deserted. The house was trashed. Picture frames were shattered, furniture was overturned, loose paper was everywhere as the contents of drawers were emptied onto the floor. The most unsettling aspect of the chaos was the blood.
By JJ Sandler5 years ago in Fiction
The Castro Diamonds, part 4
(...continued from The Castro Diamonds, part 3: Brown Paper Box) Later that night, Will sat at the small fold-down table in his trailer and stared at the aged pocket watch in front of him. He had discovered it in an old cardboard box wrapped in brown paper amongst his deceased mother’s few belongings that had been unceremoniously stored in the attic of the hangar barn he used for his crop-dusting business. Photocopies of five newspaper articles and three letters rested beside it. The originals had been found in the box as well, but Will had somewhat begrudgingly been compelled to hand them over to the FBI because they had references to an ongoing case they were building on. It was an unsolved case from the 1960’s holding his father and grandfather responsible for a diamond theft that had consequences of "national interest." After a whole lot of legal mumbo-jumbo extolled over the course of three hours in a cramped interview room at their Monterey field office, and knowing he had copies, his lawyer Stella advised him to capitulate, but it was clear she liked the idea less than he did. So, in exchange for a receipt and assurances of return, he handed over the sparse contents of the box. Except for the watch.
By Daniel McShane5 years ago in Fiction
Marigold and Honey
I guess I should start by saying that my mother, Liliana, was kind, loving, and sweet. Except...she wasn’t. I shouldn’t have said that. I should have left you with the thought that my mother was loving toward me and my sister, Honey. Oh to erase one’s words. Anyways, I’ll continue. My mother, being how she was, passed on Saturday, the tenth of June.
By Kristian Ham5 years ago in Fiction
Soap in the Grass
VOCAL Marigold Short Story Competition: Soap in the Grass I had been longing for Cape Cod since my last visit over eleven years ago. Growing up in New York, we would spend every summer camping at Nickerson Park, and riding our bicycles on the twenty-two mile path that cut through the greenery where sand was not so plentiful. October on the Cape was a comfy, charming, well-kept secret, or so said my cousin, Morgan, who moved there permanently after high school. With a sprawling house that bordered the bike path, staying with him would be the perfect, autumn long weekend.
By Lynn Henschel5 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Killer
David Campbell was arrested and put on trial. Accused of being the Marigold Killer, Campbell entered a plea of “No Contest” with the death penalty hanging over his head. Had he plead not-guilty, he may have received a life sentence while the police investigated further. A no contest plea, however, allows the defendant to take the punishment without admitting to committing the crime. David Campbell insisted that he was not the Marigold Killer, but the jury just wasn’t buying it. The police had a substantial amount of mostly circumstantial evidence against him.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz5 years ago in Fiction
Harper Jones and the missing sorting hat...book 2
I look at Tori. She seems shocked and we both stand up. "Should we look?" Tori looks at me and smiles slightly. "Something bad always seems to happen when we go searching." I laugh. "Yea that's true." We run out of the hospital wing. We are abruptly stopped. I almost run into them. "Hey sorry about your loss..." I look up. "Ashly?" "That's me." She laughs slightly. Tori grabs my arm. "Let's go. We don't have time for this." Tori starts pulling me away. "Wait." we stop and turn around. "What." Tori says as less of a question and more of a threat. Ashly backs up a bit then clears her throat. "In a hurry?" "Very." I just stand there listening. "Listen." Tori rolls her eyes. Obviously bothered. Ashly pulls out a coin. "That's for what exactly?" I ask starting to be done with standing here. She flips the coin and catching it she says. "I flip this. Heads you stay here with me. Tails..you can leave." She shrugs smirking. "That's rubbish. We can leave if we want." Tori tries to pull me away but Ashly appears in front of us. Apparition? What is going on here? "Going somewhere?" She asks us with a face innocent smile. "You're mental." I start back up slowly. She gives me a smirk. "So shall we?" I gulp and she flips the coin. I watch as our fate is decided. It lands on her hand and "Heads!" My heart sinks. "Pity really guess it's just my lucky day. She gives my shoulder a squeeze and I can see Tori give her a dirty look out of the corner of my eye. Ashly shoots one back then looks at me and smiles. "So what should we do?" She squeals. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun! Don't you think?" I dip away from the hand she has placed on my shoulder. "You're...you're..." "I'm...I'm what?" She asks mockingly. "You're not a first-year are you?" She turns around. "Hmm figured me out huh?" I step back shocked. "How old are you?" "Hm I don't know." she turns back around. She looks sad. "Well, what's your name?" her eyes start to get glossy. "I...I don't know." "She's mental," Tori whispers in my ear. I nod slightly. "Why are you here?" Ashly looks back at me. "I don't know..." She whispers. There's a sound and we all look over. Its nothing. We all look back at each other. I'm the first to talk. "Well do you remember anything?" She justs stares at me for a moment with her bright yellow eyes. Hn yellow I've never seen that. "There was a man." how cliche. "I think I've been here for a long time..." I nod. "Ok well maybe instead of being enemies let's be friends?" She gives me a hopeful look and I smile in return. "O-ok." She nods slowly. "Well, we need to go," Tori tells us and it hits me how empty and quiet the school is.
By Epiphany Spence5 years ago in Fiction
A new beginning or a strange ending?
Life had been really hard – not just the past few months or even years but the whole of my adult life. It started with a marriage, at a really young age, which then turned into 20 years of mental abuse. I had finally escaped that “prison” but not without substantial issues. They probably led to my next relationship with an alcoholic who died after seven years. Unbelievably – but sadly true – my next marriage was to another alcoholic who died after four years. I hasten to add I had nothing to do with those deaths! Both had died from conditions caused by drinking.
By Angela wilkinson5 years ago in Fiction
Marigold of Glowing Life
Have you ever heard of a flower that can bloom even without water and roots? Most people would answer no to this question, but Margaret and Henry were about to learn firsthand about the undead flower. It would become a story that would be passed down and would eventually become just another urban legend, but this was very real for the people who witnessed it. The story has been passed down for many generations, much like many other stories. Only difference is, one family holds the proof of this urban legend in their hands.
By Laura Loflin5 years ago in Fiction
