Mystery
Wrong Place at the Right Time
Sophie raised her head at the shuffling sound from outside and flicked off a wood chip that was stuck to her cheek. She rolled over onto her back and with her non handcuffed hand, shovelled a few pieces of wood chips from her bed. She was lucky enough to be given a blanket and a crib mattress, yet somehow, she still couldn’t keep the wood chips off of it.
Rachel AikemaPublished 3 years ago in FictionGuest #K-47
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She always thought there would be a bright light, a colorful garden, or any number of the various bullshit stories that were spun by people brought back to life. Even her own musings of just ceasing to exist were wrong; it was blackness and silence, but she still felt like she existed.
See My Dark
"See our dark. For we have forsaken the light. We do not linger in the shadows to hide, but to come closer to that beyond and the unknown. That which is seen is known. What we seek we cannot see. Darkness hear our plea. Reveal to us our destiny."
Chandler DickenPublished 3 years ago in FictionFireman
“Dear Mrs. Bennett, parents and fellow classmates, today I’m going to talk to you about my Dad. He’s not just any Dad. He’s Sam MacDougall, and he saves lives.”
Jessica HanischPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Mystery of the Old Barn
“Who is Nancy Drew in this scenario?” Thomas asked. “Does one of us have to be?” his big brother Terrence replied. “Can’t I just be Terrence and you just be Thomas?”
Alex MurphyPublished 3 years ago in FictionHazardous Ambitions
They say if you choose a job that you love, you never work a day in your life. Claire had been told many times that a coffee shop and bakery was a risky business venture but she couldn’t stop dreaming about it. She honestly never thought it would come to fruition until she found the perfect location.
The Parturition
The truck broke down half a mile from the barn. At first, Amber wasn't concerned. The noises coming from under the hood were barely noticeable- just the usual thumps that the engine offered up on a regular basis. She had other things on her mind. However, the low thrum soon turned to a roll of thunder, and thick smoke came up in spurts from the old vessel. Amber cursed and pulled the truck to the side of the road as the engine gave up the ghost. She turned to her somber passenger.
Chris BaileyPublished 3 years ago in FictionDad's Final Goose Chase, Chapter 1
“Dad told me he buried it out here, in the middle of the back right stall. Where the hell is it?” That was my sister Kat, her brow dripping sweat, both sleeves hastily pushed up above the elbows. she was holding a stubby shovel we always used to call a shorty in her hands, with a growing pile of dirt behind her. She was surrounded by a couple of good-sized holes dug into the hard-caked clay soils of the old farmstead. Broken rays of sunlight streamed in on her face through the gaps in the weathered wooden slats, highlighting her haggard look: exhaustion writ both in the lines on her forehead and the dark shadows circling the recesses between her sharp gray eyes and high Cherokee cheekbones.
Jonathan GenslerPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Meeting
“Is she ready?” Asked a tall man in a smooth German voice. “It doesn’t matter how ready she is!” The second demanding voice was a thick gravely German accent, “she must be dealt with now! Before the time passes and her sacrifice will be worth nothing.
Jared KirtsPublished 3 years ago in FictionDisrepair
The famous Mila Wainwright died surrounded only by her many regrets. She was discovered by her agent, laying on a purple tufted chaise, still clutching an unsent letter. The cause of death was of little interest to anyone compared to her estate. After years of being blinded by the spotlight’s glory, Mila had acquired quite a sum and lived in extravagance. Now the scavengers had come.
Meagan DionPublished 3 years ago in FictionHindsight
Chapter Five What happened with Xander “So what are you so confused about?” Kristen asked me. Maybe she wasn’t the best person to talk to about this. Kristen was a gorgeous woman with auburn hair and startling green eyes. She’d always attracted nice-looking men. Her husband, Mitchell, was just as gorgeous as she was.
Milissa McDanielPublished 3 years ago in FictionHide and Seek
I pull the the rotting door of the barn closed behind us, hoping desperately that they wouldn’t find us here. Our knees cut and bloody, we limp effortfully over the creaky floorboards, with clouds of dust filling the air with every step. On the other side of the room a large opening shows a glimpse of the great outside, though the colours have darkened and shifted from their brilliant blue. I’ve never seen the great ceiling turn red before.