Mystery

The Twisted Trip
I almost died, like literally almost died. One of my OWN best friends tried to murder me, crazy right? Today I'm writing the story of my (almost) death. I'm gonna start from the beginning...
By Shania Simmons5 years ago in Fiction
How I Spent My Summer Holiday
I woke up with scenes of that night so long ago running through my head. The young boy, shaking with cold as he built a teepee of boards around him in the abandoned barn, trying to keep warm. The half-crazed woman, fiercely gripping the steering wheel in bare hands, as she drove wildly down the boat launch, out onto the frozen lake. The ice on the lake, holding steady until it could no longer carry the weight of the car, finally cracking and welcoming her into its icy depths. The young couple, sharing the agonizing pain of childbirth in a nearby hospital and the joy as they welcomed their firstborn son into the world. The connections between them all, brought to light this summer because I grabbed onto a rope that couldn’t bear my weight. I snuggled into the covers, holding on to the wonder of it all for as long as possible.
By Gail Wylie5 years ago in Fiction
Another Delivery Day
“Brrring, Brrring” Annabelle dropped the knife in her hand and grabbed the phone, “Thank you for calling Agawam Flower Shop, how can I help you today?” I was thankful to have the extra hands to assist me at the shop, especially to answer the phone as mine were quickly placing the flowers Annabelle had cut into water tubes so the cross that Mr. Capuano ordered could be made.
By Angela Grout5 years ago in Fiction
Poorly Wrapped Package
Once again, I was awake from a nightmare. I was lying in bed covered in my own sweat but too lazy to get up and do anything about it. I sighed, eventually sitting up and reaching for the glass of water on my bedstand.
By Ruth5 years ago in Fiction
Business
The warm light shining through the bedroom window did nothing to stifle the cold chill running through Ted's body as he woke up to the deafening crash and his name being screamed.
By T.D. Edwards5 years ago in Fiction
A World Away. Top Story - July 2021.
I arrived at our usual spot. We always met at the park, just a 15-minute walk from my house. Mirabelle went to a different high school than me—whereas I went to public school, she went to a small, all-girls private school, so, aside from weekends, we could only meet after the school day ended.
By Sephy Atlas5 years ago in Fiction
What lies within
Amie glanced again at the small sealed package sitting on her kitchen counter, as she furiously picked the little fingernail of the right hand that her chin was disheartenedly resting on.
By Sam5 years ago in Fiction
Sassy Knows
The doorbell rang and Destiny was sure she knew who it was, she did not want to answer that bell. It rang again, they knew she was here, she had told them she was. With her legs feeling like lead and a stomach that consisted of Jell-O, Destiny rose from the table and made her way slowly to the door. She could see the uniforms through the glass panels one on each side of the solid oak door. Taking a deep breath, she placed her hands flat against the carved face of a mustang, she put her forehead against the horse’s forehead. The mustang her husband had spent countless hours carving just for her.
By Gayle5 years ago in Fiction
Talia Norwel & The Mystery Of Mortmyr Manor
[Episode 1] Silence. Silence as Eerie as the night peering through the window of the antiquated manor. The door screeching ajar, as if in symphony with its rustic floorboards. Despite her trepidation, Talia proceeded past the threshold.
By Dakota Scott5 years ago in Fiction
The Donation
I’ve spent many years working for a thrift shop, every year we get donations of random things. I’ve seen everything from tupperware to underwear.
By Charlotte5 years ago in Fiction
The Gift Is Given
The pacts had been made, Andreas had no idea how they would appear or take shape going forward. He simply knew that there would be tasks assigned to him. The mysterious group of individuals who had contacted him at his offices, at the Military Labs in Santiago, would not leave his mind.
By Sarah St.Erth5 years ago in Fiction
THE SUSPICIOUS PACKAGE
THE SUSPICIOUS PACKAGE Trust me, you need to hear this story because you will find it to be very interesting; needless to say, very hard to believe. Let me introduce myself. My name is Joseph Helms a writer and freelance graphic designer. My financial situation was okay; nevertheless, I knew I could be making more money if I could just find another lucrative gig.
By Fabian Ellis5 years ago in Fiction