Mystery
The Capes of Planet Poloto continues...
Episode 4 . The plane finally arrived at the Indianapolis International airport at about 4:15 pm, and mom and I were so glad to be home, that mom give a sigh of relief as we were picking up our luggage. “ Okay honey, our uber is on the way, let's go let's go.” she then turn to Wes and give him a huge hug and we went our separate ways. I looked back and said, “ See you later Wes.” As he was walking the other way, he waved and smiled. Mom and I made it to zone b where our Uber was waiting. Mom looked at the uber driver and asked, “Are you Rebekah?” she then answered, “ Yes ma'am.” let me help you with that” as mom handed Rebekah our suitcases, to be put in the trunk. I was so glad that we were finally going to be home, where I was going to enjoy my warm bed and be back with my friends, that I went to school with. Since we lived near Westfield, near Carmel the drive back home was going to be about 35 minutes away, depending on the traffic. It was Tuesday evening and as soon as I get home I'm going to unpack and let Sammy know that I made it back safe.
By Anthony Leclair3 years ago in Fiction
Through the Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had never been allowed to leave the confines of the compound, and the only information she had about the world beyond the walls came from the sparse bits of news that filtered through the government's tightly controlled channels.
By Priyansh Sidhwani3 years ago in Fiction
When Life Loses Composure
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. If it weren't for Daddy’s frequent naps, she'd never be able to experience the sliver of reality that was only visible through the small rectangular hole in the wall. His naps were frequent, but not long, so she had to move quickly if she wanted to look outside. However, as if he had a spy in the room, like a mouse that told on her each time she sneaked a peak, he seemed to always know when she had looked. He would wake up and storm to her room, his frustration evident, but suppressed, as he warned her for the second or third time that day not to look at the outside world. This warning would lead to an argument where she would plead to know why. Daddy would never answer, not directly. His explanations seemed to be nothing more than excuses, and sometimes, he would simply reiterate his authority as Daddy.
By Rick Pension3 years ago in Fiction
The Numbers
This is a follow-up to “The Typewriter” that you can read here. He was sure that the typewriter was some kind of oracle and had given him six lottery numbers which he had used for his lottery ticket entry. He didn't play often but always only bought one, because only one set of numbers can win a lottery draw. He never watched the draw but preferred to check his numbers in the Sunday paper, he could never understand how people bought tickets and then watched the live draw.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Behind the Last Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse through the window in his room. She can't remember anything before the abduction. Her brain has been racked many a time, trying to recall her life. Aurora has been a prisoner of her captor, The Tormentor since before the fall of man. She was just a little girl when this psychopath snatched her up.
By FRANK? Piccolella3 years ago in Fiction
