Mystery
Summer at Grandma and Grandpa's By: Danyel Fields
Growing up we never really went over to my Grandma and Grandpa's all that much. I don't know why but it was only really during the holidays and sometimes I would get to go over there in the summer for a week at a time. Either way we never really went over there. I figured it was because they didn't like kids but then again they were never mean to us kids when we were over there. Just had to do the normal chores like doing dishes and weeding some of the gardens.
Danyel FieldsPublished 3 years ago in FictionCold Caress
“You’re not going to kill me, are you?” The question, initially meant as a joke, hung heavily against the stale air. It left a bittersweet taste on the speaker’s lips in warning. One that unfortunately wasn’t heeded.
Paola OlivasPublished 3 years ago in FictionTragedy in the Barn
The silver sedan rumbled up the winding dirt road to the old Abram farm. Slowing his approach at the front gate, Detective Sly put the car in park beside a patrol vehicle. He saw the two uniforms at the gate, clean and pressed, but clearly bored at having to watch the perimeter of the scene. Everything looked in order, however, from the amount of officers walking the property, this was not the case.
Patrick FinneyPublished 3 years ago in FictionSweety The Goat
Arya could hear the rain pattering on the tiled barn roof. Monsoon in Mumbai hadn't changed in the ten years since she left Raigad. Her family had moved to Raigad - a farming village for job-related reasons. She had hated the mud roads, lack of modern amenities, but most of all, she had missed her life in Mumbai. Even though four hours away, it felt worlds away. Her only escape was to the world of books with spicy chaat from her next-door neighbour to this barn. That had changed when she had met Sweety the goat and Ramu - goatherd, her only friends. Until that fateful night which weighed on her every day.
Anu SundaramPublished 3 years ago in FictionBlue
One day Blue woke up and the world was a bit different than it was yesterday. The sun shinned a bit brighter, the sky was a bit bluer and the grass was a bit greener. The colors popped no matter where she turned and the birds sang all day. Blue sat quietly looking out her window at the new wonders of the world she now found herself in. What in the world happened yesterday?
Reminiscence
I hated my sister. I hated her for being born on the same day as me. I hated her for being a child prodigy, with me stuck in her shadow.
Mustafa AzeemPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Tasks
The Tasks Her first thoughts were dilapidated dwelling overgrown with weeds. A sagging roof line and meandering cracks in the foundation looked worrisome. Something vaguely resembling a fence disappeared into thickets on both sides of the yard. David’s excitement melted into concern when he saw her face.
Brian ChampionPublished 3 years ago in FictionDecisions, Decisions
It didn’t matter if you saw him from a distance so far that he looked little more than a spot on the horizon, you always knew it was him. It was his limp. His gate. It was more than both. His twisted body forced his moving legs to shift in such a way he lurched more than he walked. His movements made the myth behind the man even more mysteriously malevolent.
Tracy Pearce-SnyderPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Old Barn
Pat came out of the big old barn and walked over to the realtor. “I think this will do very nicely”, she told him. He said “Great, lets head back to the office and sign the papers.”
Julia BedenbaughPublished 3 years ago in FictionCharlie’s Web
The flash from the crime scene photographer's camera blinds me for three seconds as I approach the grizzly scene. Radio chatter disturbing the quiet farm . My partner Hokaka is already documenting the scene. Her jet black hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail that would give me a headache. She looks up and our eyes meet. They tell me what I already know. Charlie has delivered his next victim.
Love Me Not
When they found them, the babies wore life jackets smeared with their mother’s blood. The blood was everywhere. No telling how long the babies slipped and slid in it, marveling, most likely, at its slick wetness; then at the syrupy stickiness as it dried.
Carlos HarrisonPublished 3 years ago in FictionHer Days Were Numbered
What I won’t do to make him happy! My needy insecurity is getting old. I had a perfectly good, some would say “great!” career in Frankfurt. I was the first woman CEO at an up-and-coming retailer. My wage had soared to six figures, and I had the local buyers eating out of my fiscally tight-fisted hands. Why would anyone step away from such a promising future you ask? For love. Pure love. At least I love him.
DeEtta MillerPublished 3 years ago in Fiction