Mystery
Maggie's World
The house was small and unimposing. Livable, but in need of some long overdue repairs. It sat on a bone dry patch of worthless dirt in the middle of nowhere. The only spot of real color came from a rather dismal looking vegetable garden at the back of the house. The high desert altitude combined with the hot, dry summer air made it difficult for most living things to thrive, and that included Maggie, the lady of the house.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
The Peacock and The Squirrel
There were two young boys, around the age of 13, who met each other on a popular Cruise line ship leaving from Alaska, traveling to California. One boy with dark curly hair and deep hazel eyes sat on a poolside chair sipping on a glass of apple juice. His name was Theus. He was wearing khaki pants, and a basic white t-shirt with some basic sneakers. He sat by the pool playing video games on his cell phone trying to figure out if his first Cruise trip was going to be any fun.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
What the Dickens...?
It was a bitter night. Wind penetrated the house, making it gasp and groan, windows rattling in fear of shattering. She sat meditatively in the red wingback chair, the fire's blaze warming and scorching. She was exhausted and grateful for the chance to stop. She could not fully relax though, the storm pulling at her consciousness, as the logs spit. She picked up her knitting.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Uninvited Guest
Emily had always cherished her grandmother's house in Maplewood. Nestled among towering oaks and vibrant wildflowers, the old Victorian exuded a charm that felt like a warm embrace. Every summer, she would visit, soaking in tales of her grandmother's youth, filled with laughter, love, and a few ghostly stories.
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Fiction
