Mystery
The Orphans in the Woods
Rohan put the car key into the driver's door handle and unlocked his mother's 65 Mustang. He had looked around outside first to see if there were any people anywhere spying. Their house in Branchville was about a mile down the country road, alone on an acre of land, but still close enough to the small neighborhood of family houses that were built right on the lake. No one was around so Rohan sat inside the Mustang without worrying about nosey people questioning anything.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman12 months ago in Chapters
Glass Winter | Chapter IV
Sevt insisted on moving quickly. Quinart believed they should at least take the victims down from their gallows. After searching the neighbouring houses for tools more reliable than a dirk, the two men set about cutting the nooses with bedding placed underneath for soft landing. An hour later saw all of the deceased arranged in the centre of the plaza. With no time for a burial, the company decided on cremation, using the bedding as kindling with Sevt’s light stick setting it all ablaze.
By Andrei Babaninabout a year ago in Chapters
Glass Winter | Chapter III. Content Warning.
Despite travelling together by sled for over two days, Quinart still only saw Sevt as a mystery. He might have already known everything there was to know about the man, perceiving his insolent grit and perseverance. And yet there was a secrecy about him. Quinart no longer dreamed of any tangible vision save for a timeless darkness between his waking hours, but he could not recall the dancing lights causing such distress as they now did for Sevt. His sleep would be restless, awaking with violence to wander beyond their resting site before returning to bed an hour later. Quinart might have better explained the prophetic disposition of dreams in a place like this. Probing Sevt the following morning on what had disturbed him so would only result in dismissive remarks.
By Andrei Babaninabout a year ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 8
<< Click here to read from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click here to read Chapter 7 My eye burns. The one that’s no longer there. It’s a feverish heat that swells in my scooped out eye socket and presses up against my brain. I haven’t noticed until now. My head is splitting. It’s a headache like nothing I’ve ever had before. I haven’t noticed. Dad’s liquor cabinet is still stocked. I grab a bottle. I look at you. You say nothing. You just wait. Wait like you tried to teach me how to all those years ago, by the pond, by you, by Farley, by the bonfire. Your voice going, Just wait, Mutt – just wait!
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 7
<< Click here to start from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click here to read Chapter 6 Lindsay doesn’t bother with modesty as she falls all over Laine. Her robe slips and exposes a long slice of splotchy pink flesh, a flash of matted, tight curls. Lindsay’s face is wet and snot-covered. She stares at her daughter, brushing the hair out of Laine’s face over and over. She asks, “What happened?”
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
The Chronicles of Lost Key Chapter 2 - Echoes in the Wind
Alina stood in front of her modest antique shop, the faint hum of forgotten sounds still reverberating in her mind. It had been a week since she last found a jar containing the echoes of a distant past. The memory of that hauntingly familiar melody lingered, a song that carried pieces of her own history.
By Faisal Zucker about a year ago in Chapters
