Marz
Bio
Idealist, Artistic, Social justice activist, Hard-working single mother of two children.
Believes in the beauty and transformational power
of the written word.
Stories (8/0)
A Mysterious Disappearance
The mysterious disappearance of a male tourist named Christopher Jones at a remote area of our island has been surrounded by incessant speculation. Mr. Jones, a middle class American tourist in his mid-30s, arrived at our beautiful island with serious plans to start a small business. His wife and family, who have now been notified of his fate, describe him as a loving husband. They beg the community’s assistance to provide local authorities with any information to help solve what they deem a potential kidnap. However, as of yet no one has requested any ransom or any type of payment for his return. Local churches have set up prayer groups for the entire community to come and pray together for Mr. Jones’ prompt and safe return. Local newspapers have covered his dim departure since the first time it was reported.
By Marz3 years ago in Confessions
The Grand Escape
THE GRAND ESCAPE It was a foggy and chilly October night when my friends first discussed the furtive escape game. The Halloween themed flyers enticed daring participants to enter a mysterious contest. The prediction warned that only the wittiest possessed the innate skill to disentangle an intricate maze and discover an expeditious escape route. The enigmatic ads decorated the old world style architecture of the Main Avenue of our small New England town. The suspense was further exacerbated by the fact that no one could pinpoint the time or method used to strategically position the cryptic flyers. The mysticism earned the contest an increasingly dubious reputation. The elder population initiated hasty gatherings to gossip over tea. Participants’ heads shook and jaws dropped at fanciful ideas aimed to decipher the suspicious competition. . Few locals went as far as to tactfully stroll by only to destroy what they deemed were malevolent flyers aimed to poison our town. The young, inebriated crowd inundated the local bar, “Whiskey rebels” to brainstorm distinct game scenarios with a comical twist vehemently enhanced by liquor. I admit the skepticism only made the idea more attractive to our group.
By Marz3 years ago in Motivation
