Fantasy
Reclaim Life
Déja Jones was motionless for what felt like forever. She thought this had to be a joke, but it looked, smelled, and felt all too real. She hesitantly reached into the box and pulled out what she thought to be a body part. The Jones family gathered to celebrate their grandparents' anniversary a week and a half ago. Her grandfather, Eugene Jones, recently turned 88, and her grandmother, Marie Jones, was 85. This was their fifth year celebrating while living on the elderly-assisted property, Reclaim Living With Care. Reclaim has become a well-known business with hundreds of locations all over the U.S. Thousands of retired, elderly individuals reside on their properties and are catered to in every way. It is a utopia for ages 75 and older who don't have a family or don't want to lose their independence. The love birds were still agile, active in their community, and doing remarkably well independently. Even so, Déja was not entirely shocked to receive the phone call from her mother three days later, "your grandfather has passed," her mother said. "It was in his sleep." She continued. What a peaceful way to go, she thought.
By LaRissa Dawn 4 years ago in Fiction
The White Box
It’s been 72 hours since the mail drone dropped a package off at my door. Normally, I would be excited that a package got dropped off at my door. Who doesn’t love waking up to a package at their door? It always feels like Christmas came early. However, this time I got an uneasy feeling. Not necessarily a bad one, just one that gives me anxiety. And that’s why the package has been sitting at my door for the last 3 days. I hate surprises. It has anxiety attack written all over it.
By K.J.George4 years ago in Fiction
The Package
I found the package covered in a fine layer of fresh snow. I reached down to the first step to retrieve it, juggling my purse and tote bags. My name was scrawled in thick black letters, across the front of the anonymous brown packaging. Just my name. No label, no address, no return address. I carried everything into the house, dropping my bags on the counter. The box, which wasn’t very large, was on the heavy side. The paper was tied in a crude bow with thick twine. I put it on the small kitchen table and forgot about it while I fed the dogs and put away groceries. There wasn’t a lot to do, I was shopping for one these days. I had outlived everyone I had ever loved, an adult orphan. Most days were tolerable, some days I felt a painful yearning for days long gone. My dogs kept me company, and at my age, I felt like that would just have to do.
By S. Hileman Iannazzo4 years ago in Fiction
The Mesmer-Ring
The ring was beautiful. I'd never seen anything quite like it. It was a shimmering display of opalescent lines that danced in the dark with a slight warmth. When I first saw it, I'd brought it into the light, hoping it would brandish an even more mystical brilliance there. But, as soon as I did this, the ring reverted to a dull pewter finish with no more brilliance or seeming significance than some cheap ring I might have gotten out of a child's vending machine.
By Nathaniel-Writes4 years ago in Fiction
The Box within the Box
I guess you could have I really have gotten myself into a world of trouble, but trouble was really putting it mildly when it felt more like a chaotic cryptic nightmare. But that wasn’t how it really all started, it actually all happened shortly after the death of my uncle. He pretty much raised me as my guardian, but he was more like a father to me. Yet during the night of his funeral had left me with a lot more questions than answers into how he really died. What turned that night where I thought I was going to cry myself to sleep turned into a night of pure mystery as a mysterious box was dropped off from a drone at 11 o’clock at night. My first thought when it arrived was that it must have been a mistake or a practical joke. But it was far from when I started to open the box and see a letter that was written from Jimmy Rhodeway who was my uncle’s best friend since high school. The letter stated “Eden! What happened to your uncle was anything far from fate or destiny and the truth that we both know now is that he was killed. But for what reason I do not know, and I was hoping you could probably help solve his murder by trying to open this box he left for you. I found it stashed underneath his desk as I was clearing out his office and there were two letters left on top. One of them was addressed to me! I guess your uncle knew I would find this somehow and he must have known I would be the one giving this box to you. Whenever you get that box opened call me right away!”
By Joanna Blaze4 years ago in Fiction
