Mystery
The 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.
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 Fiction