Mystery

Why Are You Here? Go Away Now!
Seriously, why did you come? You should never have come here. You are not wanted, yet you keep turning up. You are not wanted, and I will take serious final action if you turn up again.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Fiction
Small Changes
Flying with my sisters offered me the greatest sense of peace and freedom. Serenity in the slipstream as we hunted and gathered for our tribe. As idyllic a life as one could hope for. The climate was temperate, with a glowing yellow sun beaming down on us, lifting our spirits and easing any aches and stiffness in our muscles.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Fiction
Stitch: Where the Forest meets the Sea. Content Warning.
Bane: You don’t belong here. But you came anyway. Russia is not the place for a man like you to disappear in. Plain and simple.
By Syl De'Vil2 months ago in Fiction
The Wheel in January
Jo Calloway woke before dawn because her old dog wouldn't settle, pacing the hall and scratching at the door like something outside had called his name. She pulled on her coat over her nightclothes, grumbling the whole way down, and when she opened the door the cold hit her like a slap, sharp enough to sting her eyes. That was when she saw the glow coming from the square, three streets over, painting the low clouds the color of a peach.
By Nolan Reed2 months ago in Fiction
🍂The Shepherd of Lost Women
Before The Reckoning 🍂Blackwater’s a small town, but living here makes it feel so big. The long gravel roads, the stretched-out land that expands as wide as the sky ‘bove it. My home sits in the far corner of Blackwater Road. My long gravel driveway disappears between two walls of pine and oak. Not easily seen, secluded from neighbors and peaceful enough to walk bare naked in your yard. A two-story blue home with lavender ridges, and other hues of purple on the edges of the house. A wide, light-blue porch, a nice size garage and a shed separated from my home. It’s lavender, like the ridges. Girly, I guess but my dad allowed my mom to do what she wanted with the place. He was sweet like that. 🍂
By Nala2 months ago in Fiction
Stitch: The October Vortex. Content Warning.
Dreams are doorways, and tonight one opens in the middle of Beaver Pond. October shouldn’t have sounded like this. Beaver Pond buzzed with cicadas — that thick, electric hum that only happened on the hottest days of summer. Crickets layered beneath them, frantic and constant, like the forest was vibrating. The air hung heavy, wet, pressing against Sara’s skin like a fever.
By Syl De'Vil2 months ago in Fiction
The Thermocline Vanished in August. By September, the Lake Was Frozen.
I Cayuga Lake in August was supposed to be warm. Not tropical. Not the bathwater warmth of a shallow pond. This was a layered warmth: the top few meters holding summer heat at twenty-five or twenty-six degrees, so that when you jumped in, the water closed around you like a bath left sitting for an hour. Below that, the temperature dropped fast. At ten or fifteen meters, the water was seven or eight degrees, the memory of winter, locked under an invisible barrier that held it down all summer.
By Jin2 months ago in Fiction
What Holiday?
I watched luxury sedans pull in and hand the valets their key fobs. Joey, the semi-retired ‘wise-guy’ actor, drove up in his two-tone red Mercedes Maybach. He checked his face in the mirror, then climbed out and dropped the fob into Valet Number 1’s hand. Number 1 was tall, blond, skinny, yet muscular, wearing Joe’s French Terry pants which fit like a glove. He waited until Joey had entered the building, then tested the Maybach’s turning radius before sliding it into a parking spot.
By Andrea Corwin 2 months ago in Fiction
A Breeze I Wish To Forget
The pictures upheld itself to Natajra’s standard as the driver cruises through the city. The skies were pretty, it wasn’t too hot or too cold outside, and the garden and palms trees were absolutely beautiful. Natajra pinched herself wondering if she was in heaven. “Ouch!” She whispered to herself as she rubs the tiny pain away.
By Devond Devoe2 months ago in Fiction
Green Means Evil
The Mother eternally sat still, strong in her essence as time flew by her like she had no time to waste. The Father eternally swirled around her until one day he decided to stop and approach her.
By Devond Devoe2 months ago in Fiction
Just a Taste Part 11. Content Warning.
Ch 11: Payback December 20th, 2024- Basement of the Montgomery Estate, Time: Unknown All the times for my savior to show up, and he chose when I'm chained, frozen to near-death, filthy, and stinking of my pee!
By Rain Dayze2 months ago in Fiction
The Old Man Of The Sea
Introduction A wonderfully grotesque image shared by the Enchanted Booklet on Facebook inspired these words. The music is "The Old Man Of The Sea" by Steve Rothery
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction