Mystery
Bound by Blood & Fate (a novel)
Chapter Three Adventure Awaits The next day Kate was bleary eyed and yawned incessantly while reading one of her favorite novels. She fingered the crisp pages of the novel while trying to clear her head of the alchemical book and her unnerving dream from the night before. Whenever Kate was troubled she took solace by losing herself in her favorite novels. Books were her darlings. They allowed her to be anyone she wanted. To experience any adventure, solve any crime, save any and every damsel waiting to be rescued. She was a pirate king sailing the high seas, a great detective solving crimes using the power of deduction, and she was a warrior fighting endless battles for honor and glory. She was all of these things without ever leaving her room and they allowed her, even if only temporarily, to escape from her troubling thoughts.
By Jessica Burns Piraino5 years ago in Fiction
Lost a Home
Sitting at my desk, filing the last of my cases I finished not too long ago. It wasn’t a big case. Just a cheating spouse case. Pays the bills. It is all anyone wants from you in the private sector. Most of the exciting stuff is handled by those who follow district lines and have a boss. I feel like neither of us are appreciated by the general public if they even think we exist. And we aren’t paid well. People always want information but the ones in need can never pay and the ones who never like to.
By Unabated Lemon5 years ago in Fiction
Letter #1
I wish I could say that I knew for sure you would be able to read this. The truth is, I have no idea. I have no idea what you’re doing or if you even think about me at all. But let me just say, I think about you. I think about you right when I wake up. I think about you before I go to bed.
By Jools Dembo5 years ago in Fiction
The Painter of Dreams
London was relentless today. Icy drops of rain battered my umbrella, and angry swaths of gray swirled in the bleak sky, hanging over the city like a curse. I trudged through the slick streets, making my way to my flat on the other side of town.
By Megan Jenkins5 years ago in Fiction
"We're all Happy Here"
"We're all happy here" The first phrase I heard at my new career filled me with hope and optimism. This year has been extremely challenging for me, between the stress of navigating the pandemic while losing my grandmother April and my bakery business closing.
By Patrick Wade5 years ago in Fiction
Lunar Doe; Solar Stag
…a Marigold? Why am I seeing a Marigold? Oh yeah… because I ate mushrooms. More precisely, it’s because I’m participating in a Sacred Healing Ceremony facilitated by a Mazatec Priestess. Her name is María, and I can’t even begin to explain how we met.
By Peregrin Knighton Mahan5 years ago in Fiction
One Thing Leads to Snother
Being an avid gardener, she knows which plants to grow in her garden that would help keep pests away. She always put mammoth sunflowers at the ends of her beds, knowing that many garden pests would be attracted to them and they were strong enough to not succumb to their attacks. She planted onions and garlic on the outside edges. Many rodents would be discouraged by the pungent smell. She keeps marigolds in pots so she can plant them between her tomato plants. Not only are they beautiful, but the strong aroma keeps pests away.
By Don McDougle5 years ago in Fiction
