Mystery
Fire and Ice
I had just hit the age of 17 . And moved to the other end of town with my friend who had her own place. It was mostly a sleepy town, except for at night. This was something I was learning very quickly. There was a long strip of sidewalk along the railroad tracks that stretched from one side of the city to the other. I worked at a café that opened at 5am and my friend Elise worked at a restaurant that didn't close until midnight. We didn't always get to see much of each other so when we had a day off we planned to do something together. Tonight was going to be something new for me. Elise was having some friends over and I had never met them . They were all older, by 3 to 5 years. She said they were a lot of fun and they were coming over to hang out and try on clothes. Sounded like a lot of fun to me but I was shy and not sure how I would fit in or if I would.
By Layla Nelson5 years ago in Fiction
Almost Death by Chocolate
My name is Laura and I am an animal physical rehabilitation veterinarian. I have baked for work every week for the last fourteen years and never had a problem. The staff at the veterinary emergency clinic where I rented space thoroughly enjoyed these special treats on Wednesdays. Baking is such a stress reliever for me on my Tuesday admin days. I often wake up early and mix the special ingredients together using recipes from my mom. Before I know it, the smells of cinnamon, bread and chocolate often grace my kitchen. Freshly baked oatmeal rolls with a side of homemade apple butter are the favorite, but my gluten free chocolate black bean cake comes in a close second. I would top the cake with a dark chocolate ganache and fresh raspberries.
By Laura L Hady5 years ago in Fiction
A Night to Forget
The fluorescent lights flicker above me in perfect timing, as if it were conducting a hidden song so hypnotizing, I didn’t even notice the middle-aged waitress impatiently asking me if I was ready to order. My attention quickly focused on her dishevelled uniform and mousey blonde hair escaping the single hair band that rest carefully on her right shoulder. Her tired and annoyed expression made me anxious.
By Kalina Davis5 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Car
“Unfortunately, there is no mistake,” she said, closing the file. “There was no blue car involved in this case,” continued Audrey. Tony rolled his eyes, Audrey could tell what he was going to say and she quickly put a stop to it. “I know it’s frustrating, you had a new lead but it went nowhere. We looked at the accident reports and the surveillance footage from the hotel. Not one blue car involved in anything.” Audrey was stern she wasn’t going through this again. She had spent most of her day off rummaging through Tony’s files. Files that had been gone through a dozen times before and this time wasn’t any different, again they found nothing new.
By Colleen Mitrano5 years ago in Fiction
The Bavarian Burglary
Frederick the Flea lounged in the hold of the plane reading his book. It seemed wrong that someone of his intelligence should be trapped in the pet area of the plane and not in first class. He wondered where they were going this time.
By Jennifer Christiansen5 years ago in Fiction
After Life
It’s been two weeks since I died. The night that it happened, I felt nothing. I woke up in bed, perhaps a bit dizzier than usual – but it was a warm summer evening, and I’d gone to sleep with a stomach ache, so I thought nothing of it. I stumbled to my kitchen to pour a glass of water. My dog, Teddy, didn’t react as I walked past him, a bit unusual, but not alarming.
By Jade Hadfield5 years ago in Fiction
