Mystery
The Confrontation, Saturday, September 24th, 2011
“Toby’s dad is ‘it’,” called one of the neighborhood boys at the park. Anton was enjoying his weekly Saturday game of tag with Toby and the neighborhood kids at the local park. The park’s large, grassy area was rarely mowed and riddled with weeds. Random garbage and the occasional pile of dog feces dotted the landscape. In the center of the park was a circular area of old, red mulch with a rust, brown jungle gym in its center. On the side adjacent from each other were two equally deteriorated, brown swing sets. The children used one of the swing sets, while the other set only had one swing left. That individual swing was used by the local drug dealer as a one stop shop for a variety of illegal drugs. He monopolized that spot for a majority of each day.
By Anton Mathias Heft 10 months ago in Fiction
G.I. Joe's Last Stand, Saturday, December 25th, 2010
This was Toby’s best Christmas ever!! He woke up to a mountain of presents, even ones he hadn’t dared ask Santa for. A brand new Playstation 2 sat amid the chaos along with two amazing new games: an adventurous SpongeBob game and Spyro the Dragon. There was also a football, a blue and orange frisbee, a fresh pair of shoes, a stack of new clothes, and not one but two big stockings overflowing with sweetness and joy.
By Anton Mathias Heft 10 months ago in Fiction
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms: The Untold Story Before Game of Thrones
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms: A Simpler, Deeper Story from the World of Westeros When people think of epic fantasy television, the first name that comes to mind is Game of Thrones—a brutal world of power, betrayal, dragons, and blood-soaked politics. Later, House of the Dragon expanded that universe with even more fire and royal conflict.
By Junaid Shahid 10 months ago in Fiction
Breakfast
The room was like any I had seen on any episode of Law and Order or other police procedural. They invited me here, said it was voluntary, but I knew it was not. After a while, I lost all track of time. I dozed off and then woke with a start. I’d read somewhere that Thomas Edison slept for an hour or two at a time, around the clock. Not much different from my own bouts insomnia.
By Mindy Reed10 months ago in Fiction
The Hollow Hunt
Every year, the small town of Willowcreek hosted its beloved Easter egg hunt in the sprawling meadow near the woods. Families would gather, baskets in hand, to search for the brightly colored eggs hidden among the grass and trees. It was a cherished tradition, a wholesome event that brought the community together. But this year, something was different.
By V-Ink Stories10 months ago in Fiction
Resurrection Sunday
The bell of St. Catherina’s Chapel rang out over the town of Black Hollow, its mournful toll cutting through the crisp Easter morning. The sound sent shivers down the spines of the townsfolk, who hurried to the chapel with lowered heads and heavy hearts. Easter was no time for joy in Black Hollow. It was a time of reckoning.
By V-Ink Stories10 months ago in Fiction
To Earn A Fortune
Hello. Seeing how you must have found yourself here, it seems you may require some... additional support. Therefore, I have taken the time to include an unnecessary extra clue for you. I was forewarned that this may be too difficult for some of my weaker-minded guests, so despite my confidences, I have installed these fail-safes.
By Emma K. Weir10 months ago in Fiction
Solving the Mystery . Runner-Up in Instructions Included Challenge.
For every mystery explained, the walls of reality shift as though pretending to be solid —Lance Petersen *** Welcome to a comprehensive look into the world of plotting, suspense and justice. Plus, a few tricks of the trade. The purpose of this guide is to help anyone, and everyone who is intrigued by the ever-present mystery.
By Lamar Wiggins10 months ago in Fiction






