Mystery
Talia Norwel & The Fields Of Elysium
[Episode 2] Talia stood to her feet, looking to the vast green fields before her. Bright golden Marigolds in every direction. Before her stood a man beckoning. A man she had seen before, though not in person but in a photograph
By Dakota Scott5 years ago in Fiction
The Bag Boy's Manager's Mother
Dave is closing in on a milestone. He has been working at the Swift-Savers grocery store on 10th Street for 4 years and 359 days. Employees who reach five years of service become eligible for a nifty green badge with a roman numeral five on it. As you might imagine, Dave was beyond thrilled. When he was hired the summer that he turned 16, he didn’t expect to work there for five months, let alone five years. Dave is not a psychic though. At the time of hire, he didn’t know that he would be expelled from high school and kicked out of his parent’s house that same summer. It’s actually a wonder that he didn’t lose his job too.
By Michael Rumsey5 years ago in Fiction
How I Spent my Summer Holiday
Grandpa was on the phone when I arrived in the kitchen for breakfast the next morning. It was one of those conversations that is a waste of time to eavesdrop on. ‘Yes…okay….uh huh….certainly’ and so on but I couldn’t help listening. The presence of the skeleton in the barn continued to be a mystery and I hoped it would be solved before we had to go back home again.
By Gail Wylie5 years ago in Fiction
A chance at a new beginning
Caroline woke up at 4 a.m., as was her habit. She made herself a cup of coffee and wandered around her home, making a mental checklist of everything that she should get done that day. Caroline knew that it was a list of ‘should,’ but that didn’t always mean it ‘would’ get done. She had been in a fog lately. Wondering what she was doing with her life, what her purpose was, and why she had no natural God-given talent.
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins5 years ago in Fiction
Finally
“BREAKING NEWS, THIS JUST IN: SUSPICIOUS PACKAGE DISCOVERED IN MAIL TRUCK NEAR CITY CENTER. WE’VE RECEIVED WORD THAT THERE ARE POSSIBLE EXPLOSIVES WITHIN THE BROWN PAPER BOX. DRIVER IS STILL ON SITE AND YET TO BE EVACUATED. BOMB SQUAD IS ON THE WAY, STAY TUNED FOR MORE INFORMATION. THIS IS MAXINE WALKER REPORTING LIVE FOR CHANNEL 8 NEWS.” The television blares in the background.
By Bianca Serraty5 years ago in Fiction
A Little Birdie Told Me
"Something's waiting for you on your desk." "Er... thanks..." Something? That's helpful. What's a few more words for clarity's sake? Too much evidently. I hate this place. Every tongue is forked, every helping hand slick with blood from another thrown to the wolves.
By Francis Curt O'Neill5 years ago in Fiction
Slice of Humble Cake
"What's up, bro? Where you headed off to so fast, come here!" Erick demanded. The young boy froze up in fright from the sound of Eric's voice but couldn't find the courage to turn around and face him. "Little man, you deaf? I said, come here! Don't make me have to call you again", Eric threatened. Eric was accompanied by two of his friends, who took delight in the young student's apprehension. "Look at him; he's about to wet his pants," one of Eric's friends teased. "Just turn around, kid," the other friend advised.
By Sean Hunter5 years ago in Fiction
Terror always tiptoes around
It all started the day Claudia finished her wolf rug. It was a beautiful little rug, just the right size to put on the floor in front of her television set. Start to finish the project had taken her a bit over two months to complete because she had never before done latchhook. It took awhile to master the correct way to hold the hook and to grab the yarn and pull it through the mesh without shredding the yarn. It was a good thing she had purchased extra yarn. But once she got the hang of it, it was fun to watch the image come to life. The completed rug had two wolves on it, one of which was baying at the moon.
By Linda C Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Running Against Time
The windshield wipers screeched at every pass and she was nearly blinded by the glare of the stop lights that reflected off of the wet road. She glanced briefly at the dash. 10 minutes was all she had. She looked at the tightly bundled brown paper box on the passenger seat. A light sweat broke out all over her body as her heart began to thunder in beat with the rain pounding on her car. Her shoulders and legs tensed as her hands gripped the wheel. Damn the red lights.
By Lauren Lovan5 years ago in Fiction
Anxiety
Henry preferred tea in the mornings. Most would think him a coffee drinker like any other person in his profession, needing the caffeine to rouse him properly. But, Henry preferred a nice cup of black tea, plain, without any cream or sugar, as he read the morning newspaper.
By Kayla Crowell5 years ago in Fiction
