Mystery
Scavenger Hunt
Owen went missing in the spring of 2017. By the summer of 2018, they had dubbed the case cold. His mom packed up all his belongings. She wrapped them in drab paper boxes, some she labeled, but most were not. I guess she was hoping that we would forget about him.
By A.R. Zeller5 years ago in Fiction
The Longest Ten Minutes
Good God! Had it really only been two minutes since she last looked at the time? No way! What was taking them so long? Grace Paulson forced herself to look at the man who sat across the table from her, even though the sight of him turned her stomach. The man who happened to share the same last name as her. The man who had made her life a living hell for the last ten years. Countless trips to the emergency room for “trips” and “falls”. Yeah, right!
By Jennifer Miller5 years ago in Fiction
The Devil's Glare
This is a continuation of the first Vocal Creators Saloon Story Series, one episode written by each author. Please, start reading the following parts before continuing: ⚀ Part 1 Knife Skills ⚁ Part 2: The Right Thing ⚂ Part 3 Death Has An Order ⚃ Part 4 Karma ⚄ Part 5: Best Laid Plans
By Sofia Duarte5 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Old Barn Tale
I still can't believe after everything I have to go back, I wish I didn't but that's not the case, even though I made a promise to myself that I would never have to bear the sight of that decrepit old barn ever again currently I stand before it with intent to enter. Though the thought of doing so disturbs me in every which way imaginable I know it's imperative that I face my fears and once again endure the trauma I experienced in this rundown red barn. Narrowly escaping the dangers that lurk within I made it out unscathed and managed to successfully keep my life but also lost an important item, an item so important to me that I'm considering putting myself through that hell once again to get it back. The barn itself as haunting as it may be it is certainly not the most responsible factor contributing to my agony, in comparison to what hides within the eery old barn my gut-wrenching uneasiness is a minor setback and only the beginning of what was about to become a death deifying getaway.
By Froopy Noopers5 years ago in Fiction
Dreams Under the Ice (Revised)
Winter, and once again alone on the ice. This is where she came to forget about her troubles, to forget her responsibilities, to avoid her future. This is where she felt strongest. Guiding power into her legs, Mara glided across the frozen pond, leaving little white lines and circle arcs on the surface. Her childhood was spent there, scraping and spinning, falling and learning. The sound of splitting ice spitting snow and carved designs thrilled her in the chilled air. Arms outstretched, bitter wind on her face, she breathed in energy and breathed out art. She shifted her weight and started flying backwards over the light dusting of snow on the ice. The banks, trees, all brilliant white, deadly silent, her thoughts painfully traveled through her mind.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Fiction
The Case of the two Mr. Tyagis
In September 2020 Jeet Thakur Sahai was called by his friend Prof. Ronit Sehgal at the University of Ghaziabad, India. Prof. Ronit was a professor of Finance and he and his colleagues were hiring an assistant professor at their School of Business at the university. Since Ghaziabad was very close to Delhi he could commute there daily as needed.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Fiction
The New Owner
Turner surveyed the shop - his very own shop, now - with complete satisfaction. It was hard getting a foothold in this tiny little town. Everyone knew everyone, everyone was related to everyone, and some days it seemed like unless you married into one of the old families and settled down within the town's defined borders, you were still an outsider, no matter how many generations had lived there.
By Meredith Harmon5 years ago in Fiction
