Mystery
Dinner and Diary
The sound of breaking glass woke me from my thoughts. A waiter in the busy restaurant had just dropped an entire tray of assorted flatware onto the ornately tiled floor. Someone nearby laughed and clapped their hands in a display of sardonic schadenfreude.
Saint St.JamesPublished 3 years ago in FictionHer Voice Dropped to a Whisper
The wind broke up the grey clouds and a wandering moon appeared above the crystal lake. The sky was a black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. I had just invited my dear best friend Penny Haywood to have tea at my house. While talking about our studies and private matters a magnificent idea popped inside my head. After two days there would be our summer vacation, so I planned that we could visit Paris. I told this to Penny and she agreed instantly. We started packing our bags and were super excited for what was coming ahead.
Mubassira MahatabPublished 3 years ago in FictionMs. Landonhopfer's School for Young Women
Stand up straight! Don't look around. Breath from your abdomen, in and hold, then slowly release. Never make eye contact at least not at first. Always, always wait for him to open a door for you. Before you sit, hesitate long enough for him to withdraw your seat for you. And for Pete's sake, get rid of that chewing gum right now! You are a proper young lady, not some ner-do-well to be found wandering the streets looking for a free meal.
The Secrets of Sohanno Desert
Chapter 1: The Old Man “You’re not listening doctor, I’m not crazy!” Jasper exclaimed, slamming his palm on the metallic table, nearly spilling his doctor’s warm cup of coffee.
Ethan WarcholPublished 3 years ago in FictionHappy Birthday
It was a cheerful day. Really, it was. A special occasion at that. The kids laughed and ran around, the adults sat and chatted away, and the weather was warm, but had a nice breeze along with it.
Alyiah SinklerPublished 3 years ago in FictionEvery Serial Killer Has a First
Most of the time you know why somebody's trying to kill you. You might not want to sit down with the sheriff for a chitchat about the reasons why, but you know. Somebody doesn't like you, and they think this lovely blue planet would look prettier without you. Or somebody wants what you got-- money probably, but sometimes something they can sell for money.
Amethyst QuPublished 3 years ago in FictionWith No Means to Return to Sender
"Oh, the packages? Yeah, I started getting those around the time Bill died. He was wrapped up in all sorts of illegal shit, so there's no telling what could be in that box. Anthrax, cocaine, meth, a bomb...just let the cops handle it, okay? And whatever you do, don't open it."
A place in the country
A place in the country. Peace and tranquility. The garden looked neat and tidy, too regimented for a real country cottage garden, but appealing to “city” types looking for a home in the countryside. The whole cottage had been tarted up to sell to incomers. Local people could not afford the price demanded and would not find the strict order and magazine decor fitted to their real rural way of life. Muddy boots and sweat stained jackets would spoil the appearance for incomers while the locals had to live with mud and muck as part of their everyday work. The prim and organized estate agent, who called herself a life style adviser; would be horrified to think of herself as a sales person, pure and simple. Yet that was her job, selling overpriced country cottages to people who did not actually belong in the rural working community. She earned a hefty commission from the actual sales and from organizing the refurbishment work, mostly done by a firm owned by her brother, working from his fancy office in a large town fifty miles away, she regarded the cash he paid her as simply family gifts and not as a kick back for the blatantly inflated prices paid for the work done by his casually employed, on basic minimum wage, immigrant labour force. A work force who followed orders and patched up and painted over areas that really needed rebuilding. “New” kitchen appliances were sourced from a reconditioning, without guarantees, workshop belonging to her brothers brother in law. This whole enterprise was very profitable and the suitability of the purchasers to the noise and activity of a working agricultural area were never even considered, Most viewings took place when the tractors were silent and the cattle safe in the fields. The conveyancing lawyer was her husband and nearly all buyers could be persuaded that things would go much quicker if they used the same firm for their side of the legal formalities. There was also another money stream in this operation. The original owners of the property did not get a fraction of the price paid by these incomers. They sold to a property developer who technically purchased the property before refurbishment. This firm was based in a tax haven and the administrative details were dealt with by the same law firm as handled the later sales. When the original seller eventually got their money, they found a lot of expenses, which they had not anticipated, drained thousands from the money they banked.
Peter RosePublished 3 years ago in FictionEast Texas Barn of Wonders
All my life I lived in Texas. My parents were attorneys and both of them wanted me to follow in their footsteps. This was not what I wanted, but I completed law school and worked with my parent’s in their law firm. I did not want to disappointment them, and this was the only path to take at the time.
Silvia C CorellaPublished 3 years ago in FictionSaving Senna
The wind swirled and the darkening clouds slowly rolled in over the bay, but Senna couldn’t see behind the tears welling in her eyes as she blindly ran towards the open water. Hitting the waves like a raging bull in a china shop, she lost her balance and fell into the foamy but shallow water, and prayed the waves would take her far away. Letting herself float for a few minutes while she closed her eyes, her brain replayed the incident automatically.
Ashleigh HolmesPublished 3 years ago in FictionTHE ACCIDENTAL MURDERS
I am tired of watching silly movies about college students being depicted as less than intelligent. They made it to college for Pete's sake.( Who is Pete anyway?) Give them the credit that is due to them.
Novel AllenPublished 3 years ago in FictionTacos & Trivia
"... it survived Katrina, Betsy and the Hurricane of 1915 and it will be here when your ass can't cut it," was the second thing the owner told Naymon.
Jonathan B CampbellPublished 3 years ago in Fiction