Mystery

Rocking Chair
She’s buried on a hill at the southernmost edge of my property, beneath a Bradford pear tree. I did that on purpose. I know she loved Bradford pears, especially in spring. I’ve always thought they smell like something dead, but she couldn’t get enough of them. So, in accordance with what I suspect her final wishes might’ve been, that’s where I laid her to rest. I visit her grave now and then, though not as much as I used to. I might go soon and pay my respects. Or maybe not. I walk with a cane now, and movement doesn’t come as easily as it once did.
By Michael Vito Tosto5 years ago in Fiction
Henry
Henry was an old and enjoyable man. Never was his lawn too long or too short. The snow was shoveled before the last flake had time to settle. Never did you see a visitor to his home. Never would you see Henry stray out of the neighborhood.
By Tracy5 years ago in Fiction
Aftertimes
The air was heavy. It dragged across the moss, sagging underneath the great reach of old willow trees. The sun had come and gone, taking with it the voiceless limbo of an empty town.
By Irene Ross5 years ago in Fiction
Ashley Committed A Crime
“It was December 22nd; I was with my boyfriend, Erin. We were ice skating on the frozen pond. We were both doing tricks, but I accidentally made a crack in the ice. My boyfriend fell into the ice. I tried to save him but he was way too heavy. There was no way I could pick him up. Police officers, you have to believe me. I tried to save him but I simply could not.” Ashley eagerly says.
By Nala5 years ago in Fiction
An Odd Conundrum
The floors creaked as I walked down the fifty two step staircase of my home. My burnt orange gown shined in the sunlight that peeked through the giant windows above. One arm by my side stiffened, as the other grazed the rail for support.
By Tamiya Jones 5 years ago in Fiction
Killers
We all knew of the girl who drowned; she sank like a stone, they said; she was showing off that night, they said; the guys all said; the water is deeper than it appears; and we're not the worst swimmers, but it's dark; we don't swim at night; no, we don't swim at night with guys; we all knew of the girl who drowned; she sank like a stone, they said; she was showing off that night, they
By kings5 years ago in Fiction
When the Shark Bites
Murder is a cruel and messy affair. And the business of private investigation is made dirtier by it. But without murder, there would be no investigations. Danielle and Timothy Hague were newlyweds successfully maneuvering both a happy marriage and a lucrative investigating business.
By Saja Bo Storm5 years ago in Fiction
Let's Investigate
The next morning at the station, Detective Williams sits at his black marble desk in the corner office with his Microsoft Surface Pro 7 connected to two 24-inch monitors. On one side he has his email and on the other he has the notes from the red hoodie case. In the background he has music playing over the speakers. The aquarium is bubbling while the brightly colored fresh water fish and sharks swim around with the Orange Dwarf Crayfish walking along the bottom.
By Mandy Jo5 years ago in Fiction
There Is Nothing Either Good or Bad
PART I: WHITE So, as is the case in many stories, there’s this guy. Cop. Hero. Man. A guy who by no exaggeration, metaphor, or embellishment...saved my life.
By Shea Keating5 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery At The Aquarium
I wrote a story about one of my favorite places, the Georgia Aquarium. They just opened the gallery for "Sharks! Predators of The Deep." The new exhibit educates people about sharks. I hope this story does the same.
By S. L. Kirby5 years ago in Fiction
Headlight Hue
It had been 11 months since Luna disappeared. Our circle assumed the worst and even her parents planned her funeral. I do not blame them for wanting to move on and have closure, but inside there is an unsolved burning sensation that I can't ignore. To me she is still alive. My heart races every time I recall that evening. I have replayed that night at least a 1,000 times in hopes I could think of something new. Any clue that could lead me to where she could be. I have searched her apartment, read her diary, and the police unlocked her phone; nothing. Everything was clean. Luna had no stalkers, no hidden agenda, not even an enemy. Her life seemed completely ordinary. She was a 4.0 graduate on her way to get her doctorates in neurology. She kept a busy schedule meeting with the rest of us ladies on special occasions. I was lucky, her and I would meet up to walk our dogs and go to yoga. Sometimes we would even run along the pier and eat ice cream while watching the sunset. I thought she told me everything, but I couldn't think of anything that would lead to her being abducted.
By Gena Adamson5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Cake and Margaritas Anyone?
"What have I done?" Kim sat looking out her kitchen window at the calm, iron gray water of Boothbay Harbor, Maine. Watching the lazy sailboats coming in for the day was always soothing for her in times of stress. Today, though, it couldn't provide the comfort that she was seeking.
By Casandra Lynnette Lobberecht5 years ago in Fiction