Mystery
Lilly's Legacy
It was nearing midnight, Lilly again checked the sky, clouds covered the full moon. She smiled and sat back down, she had time. At around 3 the clouds would move on, and she would be at her destination. She had walked the trail several times in the past week, always while the clouds covered the moon, it took a bit less than an hour to get there, Lilly moved slowly these days. At three forty the tide would be coming in and she would be waiting.
Impossible Things
The first time I saw the bull I was certain it was going to kill me. He was beautiful- and terrifying. From the tips of the massive horns jutting from his head to his shiny hooves he was pitch black. This creature looked like the sole embodiment of darkness. His pitch-black eyes bored into mine, and I felt the blood run from my face.
Nadia RowntreePublished 3 years ago in FictionAllena Abigail Burkhardt: Part 5
Oscar and Allena convened in her dim little kitchen that afternoon. She was grateful, if not rather guilty, at having encroached on his weekend. She’d called him before driving home, having carefully extricated herself from the shrub. The call with Laylor had unsettled her and she wanted more insight into Laylor’s character. She needed someone else’s opinion of what had transposed that day, and Oscar was her colleague. Even if intermittent weekend work had been part of the deal, she’d never intended to call him in a state, without notice. Ever the image of calm under extreme pressure, Oscar had suggested he come over with Ben for a chat.
E.B. MahoneyPublished 3 years ago in FictionRaybull...
Fiery emotions and raging words… the last things you would want in your life but sometimes, life gives you no choice. It’s amazing how one moment you can be sat in peace and tranquility and in the tick of a second, the storms of people come blastfully so around you, sweeping you off your feet in a not so delightful way.
LYNDSEY HOCKULLPublished 3 years ago in FictionCold. Warm. Cold.
Special Agent Catherine Anderson squatted beside Dr. Edwards as he zipped the black bag shut, the sound sending shivers through Catherine's already chilled body. Or maybe it was from the slush soaking into her boots. Suede does not repel snow. She clapped her hands together and rubbed them briskly.
Lisa VanGalenPublished 3 years ago in FictionDeath by Bull?
Rachel sat, waiting by the phone. Victoria was on vacation visiting her husband’s family in Spain. Part of her was thankful that there hadn’t been any calls, as she had become dependent on her assistant, but the other part of her was bored. When she had decided to become a private eye, she had thought she would be buried in work, constantly having to solve murders and robberies, and look for missing people and objects. Some weeks, she was busy, but for the most part, it was fairly quiet. As a result, she found a lot of time to read. She was buried in a book when the phone rang, startling her.
Hannah PattersonPublished 3 years ago in FictionOut of the Frying Pan
People ran frantically down the street. Tripping over each other, screaming, pushing, and desperately looking over shoulders. They looked at me in confusion as they ran past me, and I stared blankly in the direction they were running from. Other than the glance they each gave me, no one stopped to inquire, in detail, as to why I was just standing in the middle of the street. To be honest, I wouldn’t have been able to answer that question, even if someone did stop to ask. Why was I in the middle of all this madness? Where was I? How did I get here and what is everyone running from?
C.L. DeslongchampPublished 3 years ago in FictionTiger's Paw
Bangalore a jungle city. A city on the rise to most, but not to Kālā. To Kālā the city was blacker than the burnt hash hanging off the end of his cigarette. He drew in a long drag, that lit his face an ember orange. One...two...three...four; he let out an exhale of smokey haze. Kālā had a scorn chiseled into his face. It was as if he was waiting for an excuse to cause someone pain.
nocuous
"Hey, Traveller," Branson, the tavern owner, hissed, waving me over. If he was aiming for discreet, he missed by a mile. In all fairness, Branson wouldn't know discreet if it hit him in the face. "Hey, get over here!"
Sinister Stepmother (Part 1)
It started out as a typical day for Samantha "Sam" Benson and her mother, Jessica Benson, as they were at their local bank making a deposit--the amount being Sam's latest paycheck. At that moment, Sam and Jessica found themselves in terrible danger, as a quartet of masked robbers infiltrated the bank, with the leader, an Australian accented female, demanding all of the money from the bank's vault. She even stared down several of the customers, though she singled out Jessica and threatened her at gunpoint, even going as far as teasing and hurling threats to Sam as well.
Clyde E. DawkinsPublished 3 years ago in FictionInstructions for Saving the World
For the first few seconds, there was only a sound, like the fizz of a firecracker as it nears absolution. Then, a pillar of color erupted into the sky in an imitation of the aurora borealis, illuminating the field around it. Finally, there was darkness. Only the moon and its children of stars illuminated the grassy hill in the middle of East Texas. A series of “moos” and stampeding hooves filled the night, growing softer and quieter as the cattle retreated to a safe distance.
Ethan J BeardenPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Glow That Could Not Be Told
When Steven got older it became apparent that the green light had always been there. It was there when he was a child and he first began to crawl. It would come to him in a short, but vibrant flash. He would see it the most when he was alone; when he would crawl outside or it was just him and the creaking of his parents very old house. It would come to him when he did something good, or when he thought about the world. When he was in elementary school he would see it in when he answered a question right (or wrong). He would see it when he gazed out the window of his classroom and his classmates were focused on other things. When he was in High School he saw it when he kissed Rebecca Lindursky and every time he would walk out the doors at the end of the day. It was always there.