Mystery
Forgotten Lady
The floor was an ebb of motion and gyration as people danced back and forth. The night was loud as music blared and people cheered. A full celebration, fancy dressed and custom suits all around. The main hall of the venue was covered in all manors of decoration. Syrius sat in the managers nest looking at it, smiling brightly.
By Patrick Marrero5 years ago in Fiction
THE DOOR STOP
THE DOORSTOP It definitely was not the best of times; it was the worst of times with Covid 19 casting its’ dark cloud over the world. My life was getting darker by the day, especially with me losing my job due to the pandemic. There were people dying by the thousands every day and the election was spiraling out of control, causing a great divide in the country.
By Fabian Ellis5 years ago in Fiction
When A Serial Killer Debuts In Town
A double murder, rape, extortion, jailbreak, police encounter, and a political conspiracy. 12 years after the slaying of Fullmoon Dhar by the police in a jailbreak attempt, the entire ordeal is pretty much unspoken. However, the fear and chaos it threw everyone then can not be easily forgotten.
By Lemons & Rice5 years ago in Fiction
Frozen Assets
I let her talk me into things, then later resented her when I was not happy. I did so when it came to marriage, house hunting, and moving to New Hampshire. I also agreed when it came to living so far out into the rural areas of New England—and when she decided we must start a family.
By Jennifer L McKeighan5 years ago in Fiction
Talia Norwel & The Fields Of Elysium
[Episode 2] Talia stood to her feet, looking to the vast green fields before her. Bright golden Marigolds in every direction. Before her stood a man beckoning. A man she had seen before, though not in person but in a photograph
By Dakota Scott5 years ago in Fiction
The Bag Boy's Manager's Mother
Dave is closing in on a milestone. He has been working at the Swift-Savers grocery store on 10th Street for 4 years and 359 days. Employees who reach five years of service become eligible for a nifty green badge with a roman numeral five on it. As you might imagine, Dave was beyond thrilled. When he was hired the summer that he turned 16, he didn’t expect to work there for five months, let alone five years. Dave is not a psychic though. At the time of hire, he didn’t know that he would be expelled from high school and kicked out of his parent’s house that same summer. It’s actually a wonder that he didn’t lose his job too.
By Michael Rumsey5 years ago in Fiction
How I Spent my Summer Holiday
Grandpa was on the phone when I arrived in the kitchen for breakfast the next morning. It was one of those conversations that is a waste of time to eavesdrop on. ‘Yes…okay….uh huh….certainly’ and so on but I couldn’t help listening. The presence of the skeleton in the barn continued to be a mystery and I hoped it would be solved before we had to go back home again.
By Gail Wylie5 years ago in Fiction
A chance at a new beginning
Caroline woke up at 4 a.m., as was her habit. She made herself a cup of coffee and wandered around her home, making a mental checklist of everything that she should get done that day. Caroline knew that it was a list of ‘should,’ but that didn’t always mean it ‘would’ get done. She had been in a fog lately. Wondering what she was doing with her life, what her purpose was, and why she had no natural God-given talent.
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins5 years ago in Fiction
Finally
“BREAKING NEWS, THIS JUST IN: SUSPICIOUS PACKAGE DISCOVERED IN MAIL TRUCK NEAR CITY CENTER. WE’VE RECEIVED WORD THAT THERE ARE POSSIBLE EXPLOSIVES WITHIN THE BROWN PAPER BOX. DRIVER IS STILL ON SITE AND YET TO BE EVACUATED. BOMB SQUAD IS ON THE WAY, STAY TUNED FOR MORE INFORMATION. THIS IS MAXINE WALKER REPORTING LIVE FOR CHANNEL 8 NEWS.” The television blares in the background.
By Bianca Serraty5 years ago in Fiction
A Little Birdie Told Me
"Something's waiting for you on your desk." "Er... thanks..." Something? That's helpful. What's a few more words for clarity's sake? Too much evidently. I hate this place. Every tongue is forked, every helping hand slick with blood from another thrown to the wolves.
By Francis Curt O'Neill5 years ago in Fiction
