Mystery

The 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.”
By Julia Bedenbaugh5 years ago in Fiction
Charlie’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.
By Ty Payne5 years ago in Fiction
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.
By Carlos Harrison5 years ago in Fiction
Her 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.
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Fiction
The Barn
No one had been to the Livingston Farm since Old Lady Bell shot and killed her husband and his mistress as they engaged in their usual Tuesday afternoon delight in the farmhouse master bedroom. The affair had been ongoing every week for over a year when Old Lady Bell drove the 43 miles to town to sell her fresh eggs and cheese, and then perform her household errands, including shopping, banking, and visits to the library. She was usually gone for a few hours, giving the lovers ample time to talk, tryst, and kiss goodbye as the mistress tightened her fist around the three-hundred-dollar bills, the husband lovingly gifted her after each session.
By Bella Blue5 years ago in Fiction
The Rocking Horse
The barn was decrepit as could be, full of cobwebs and eery, darkened corners that compelled you to look away. The air was stale and hung without life; a cloak of negativity, of foreboding, laced its self delicately over the deserted shack. Saskia still stood peering round the stable door however, intrigued by her new discovery.
By Natalie Edwards 5 years ago in Fiction
Building anew
Vasir dragged his favourite stool next to the window and sat in silence. The storm outside intensified, and water lingered down the barn’s crimson wood, sneaking in through the cracks. He loved the smell of rain, the sound of droplets hitting the ground and the deafening roar of thunder. His fingers tapped his knees in a synchronised movement. He looked to his right at the painting on the wall from where his family smiled back at him. His dad behind his mum, holding her close to his chest. They looked so happy.
By Alexandru Nornguard5 years ago in Fiction
A Mystery at Belforth Farm
Many days during the holidays were spent roving in or around Jim’s farm on the edge of Belforth, the focal point of which was an old barn towards the limit of the property, hidden away in a wooded grove. It was our own little kingdom, to rule as we saw fit. We would take Sam, Jim’s dog, out for long walks and he would often stay the night in the barn with us.
By Alex McT5 years ago in Fiction
RBK
Water dripped on the floor as a tall dark man stood on the floor mat. Removing his hat, he walked up to the front counter. The officer behind the counter was busy behind the counter looking down at the desk. The man tapped his hand onto the counter to make his presence known. Without looking up he tells him to have a seat. The man rustled with his wet hat as took a seat in the main waiting room. He takes notice of the time as he waits patiently.
By Tony Nelson5 years ago in Fiction
Charlie's Web
Charlie’s Web: Part 1 Eight years of working homicide cases and this is the first time I found a body in a barn. There aren’t exactly a bunch of them in Police District 2 of the city of Denver. Sure, maybe twenty years ago, okay more like fifty, this area was nothing but farmland. Now, it’s filled with homes worth more than a half million dollars and more gourmet coffee shops than I care to imagine. This is where I grew up, my ‘hood. Except for this one, tiny little sliver of land that never joined the 21st century, I can tell you anything you want to know. So of course, someone had to find a body here.
By Josh Hirsch5 years ago in Fiction
Don't Tell
I was spending the night at Annie’s house. She lived in a big Victorian on the edge of town. It had a veranda and a lawn in front with a barn in the back. I lived with my mom and brother in a triple-decker by the school. There was no lawn and it was always noisy and cramped.
By Faye Hanson5 years ago in Fiction
A Hint of Lavender
It was the barn of my dreams. Vast and old, the scent of hay and horses lingered in the air. I loved to visit it when we were in Kansas seeing my grandfather. The man was an old hat at farming, but none of his five children or grandchildren ever picked it up. But that didn't stop us from visiting every summer to help him with the same harvest he’d tended to alone for decades, never complaining, always working.
By Nicole Deviney5 years ago in Fiction