Mystery
Interview with a Diviner
‘Hello, what a pleasant evening! The sky is clear and the stars are shining bright!’ The Diviner greeted with a hearty smile.
The Baker's son
Cake is a word most children know by their 2nd birthday. It becomes a part of tradition as we grow and celebrate occasions and milestones. How could anyone not enjoy a slice of decadent, beautiful cake? The flavor and variety of choices are endless.
Laura LoflinPublished 3 years ago in FictionSweet Revenge
Everyone has a breaking point. Whether it’s ten days from now or ten years. Leslie’s was today. Today was the beginning of the end. No one should have to live like this no one, is what she was thinking while applying ice to her eye and mouth. When people say there are signs no one becomes an abuser over night they hadn’t met David. In the beginning he was charming, tall, handsome, and a doctor. He knew exactly what to do and say to make you fall in love with him. He taught Leslie how to dance and how to have a good time. She never saw the night of November 15th coming.
Rosaline GunnPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Just Dessert
Nineteen Thirty-three, the height of the depression. Hitler had taken power in Germany, U.S. unemployment was at its peak, and Darla was married to Bruce. The Twenties’ had been the pinnacle of Darla’s youth. While the lounge-lizards and dames were drunk in the speakeasies, and gangsters played with the police, Bruce was busy chasing Darla. In those days, Bruce spoke words of love and desire, he would touch her gently, and he was sober. But, those days were gone. Bruce picked up the bottle the day prohibition ended, and was an abusive ogre there after.
Jericho OsbornePublished 3 years ago in FictionChocolate Cake
He was as rich and dark as a slice of bitter-sweet chocolate cake. She, as sweet as the layer of icing upon that slice of chocolate cake. A match made in heaven some would say, a modern day Ken and Barbie. Except in this story they’re known as William and Charlotte. It’s the age old tale about two hearts from opposite ends of the earth, both physically and socially, finding their way to each other. He swept her off her feet, and she gave him a safe place to land.
Madison BauerPublished 3 years ago in FictionHalf A World Without Jazz
Half A World Without Jazz Horns humming notes soft and close enough to her ear. She tried to pretend she couldn’t hear the soft sound of the symbols, slowly and softly and speeding around the brass sphere, causing a cacophony of confusion, mixed with music in her ear. She so desperately wanted sleep but she was bothered by what appeared to be what she could hear and couldn’t see. The ceiling seemed to give way to the dark sky that was half blue, part black with gray…. Clouds formed as if a storm was on its way. Could she feel rain? Something came from above her. Drips, then it began to form in puddles, pools and burgundy streams. Moving her things. All of them seemed to drift to one side of her room.
Delmar Coleman IIIPublished 3 years ago in FictionPuzzle Pieces
He had nearly completed the puzzle but already he had a sense of foreboding because there were too many gaps and not enough pieces left. He checked the carpet beneath him but it was clear, no pieces there. He checked under the table he was working on but again, nothing. Why had he not checked before he had started? Although how could he know? This was a one thousand piece jigsaw puzzle - was he really expected to sit there and count all one thousand pieces before he began? They should all be there but he had bought this jigsaw impulsively as he was browsing in a charity shop. The pieces had been sealed in a see-through plastic bag so he had assumed that the pieces had been unused or at the very least, checked and counted.
The Letter
Leggy geraniums splashed their red against the window. Through its panes, May watched streams of students, like bees winging to flowers, crisscross the University green. Ornate sandstone and limestone buildings ringed the oval lawn. Silent, sitting on a hard wooden chair at the end of the professor desk, she waited. With a start, she realized she’d been holding her breath.
Diane HelentjarisPublished 3 years ago in FictionUnder the water
It was the middle of the night. I packed my bags quietly. I snuck into his room and grabbed his keys. I truly needed to get away from him. Last night was horrible. He hit me so hard it left a mark. I could feel my face begin to burn and swell.
Kara PowellPublished 3 years ago in FictionAllena Abigail Burkhardt: Part 1
Allena hesitated at the bottle green gate. The paint was peeling in places and the property was bordered with a low brick wall, thick shrubs spilling over the edge.
E.B. MahoneyPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Suspicious Looking Package
The suspicious package wrapped in brown paper What ever could it be? Well, could it be a caper? The small, pickled flower buds with a distinctive salty taste. Very tasty and not available to most, and that is such a waste. Is that what is in the box, covered in brown paper, a caper? Someone else said, I thought caper was capering around. The children were capering, or dancing without sound. Or how about pulling off a caper, or I am too old for this caper? You can read about it in the paper! So lets get back to what was in that package? I love a great surprise, will it be the best ever package? But who is to judge? I have been getting packages from publisher’s clearinghouse for many months now. I never know what is coming, as it always looks better in the add than it does when it arrives, well anyhow. Time to write out the checks for the packages I have already received. I am getting older and it is so much easier to be deceived. I thought the PCH drawing was months ago. And I am still waiting to hear the winners you know. My favorite package is the tennis racket looking bug zapper gizmo. As when we went camping it zapped many a mosquito. Because of the pandemic many more people are ordering through eBay and amazon. I have ordered less than many and the husband has not ordered any, as he is busy mowing the lawn. Here comes a big sigh and a big, big yawn. Suspicious packages wrapped in brown paper remind me of the girly magazines that used to be in the magazine racks and are in the mail that way. So, what else comes that way, I say. I hear the US mail and UPS discourage packages wrapped in brown paper and brown paper with string. I am sure it is okay if you want to carry it to its destination, all the brown paper that you can bring. My very favorite suspicious package wrapped in brown paper, was so light weight, with no indication of what was in there, with no name. My niece had bought me some great looking sunglasses that I had admired on her and they were just the same. At the time I was looking for a nice pair of glasses and complimenting every pair I saw that stood out. She did not say anything, when all of a sudden she sent a picture of her in her glasses that were glasses just like mine, and lookout as I did shout. I was so pleased and so excited to see her in them and to know who I could thank for my sunglasses at last. What a blast!
Denise E LindquistPublished 3 years ago in FictionRanvir's two loves - chocolate cake and Amira
Ranvir Saxena was so happy that his flight from Paris to New Delhi was reaching on time. It was a cold evening in November 1999. Ranvir was a marketing manager who lived and worked in France but had family, friends and relatives in India. He was also happy that he was meeting his girlfriend Amira Dasgupta after nearly 10 months. They had been in a relationship since 1996.
Anshuman KumarPublished 3 years ago in Fiction