Mystery
Off Book
“A project or mission that is not officially sanctioned or has an official record.” Officially I’m in the South of France, sunning myself on the Riviera, and at least a dozen witnesses will swear they saw me. A document trail shows that I flew over on Air France, and I hired a Jaguar for the week. After flying in, I made a few casual acquaintances and told them I was going on a driving trip across France for several days, being very vague about where I was going and when I’d be back.
By Kenneth Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery of Miss Chimes...
Chapter 1 Annabella Chimes A soft wind was blowing the cool fog onto the coastline just off spindrift road in Carmel CA. The curtains billowed and swayed in the open windows, just soft chiffon dancers, partners one to the other as the sad soulful sounds of the saxophone filled the house from the turntable in the living room, ‘Europa’ mixed and mingled with the hot steam of the shower’s water falling onto Annabella, as she finished rinsing the lather out of her hair.
By Christine St.Croix3 years ago in Fiction
Tropical island paradise
Once upon a time, on a tropical island paradise, a young tech entrepreneur named Jack washed ashore after his yacht capsized in a storm. As he lay on the beach, feeling defeated and alone, he spotted a figure in the distance. It was a wise old shaman named Kato, who had been living on the island for many years in solitude.
By Emmanuel Andrew3 years ago in Fiction
Behind the magical wall!
There was once a small village nestled in the heart of a dense forest. The villagers were a peaceful people, content with their simple lives and the natural beauty that surrounded them. But there was one thing that stood out amongst the lush greenery and that was the "Magical Wall."
By RYAN SMITH3 years ago in Fiction
The Neighborhood
The Neighborhood D. A. Ratliff A Detective Elijah Boone Mystery Mama Leone set the plate of Spaghetti Pomodoro on the table with all the flourish of a waiter in a five-star restaurant, certainly not at a family restaurant in a semi-residential neighborhood of New Orleans. Since leaving the Navy, where I served as an MP, I relocated to New Orleans and joined the NOLA police department. As a rookie officer, I spent many hours on the streets in this community among the shotgun and garden houses, small businesses, and docks along the Mississippi River. I grew to love the area so much that I bought a house, married, and planned to raise a family here. Still have the house, but not the family.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction





