Mystery

Box Of Possibilities
Sarah awoke at 6:45 AM to her darkened bedroom and the sing-song of her alarm clock on Tuesday, November 2nd. She groaned as she rolled out of bed and padded softly to the bathroom, aiming for her usual long shower.
By Violet Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Potato Person Pt. 1
There once was a peculiar person who lived in a shack. Day after day, morning became night and night became day. Neither sprouting nor deteriorating, the person did not receive enough sunlight. At the same time, the person ate through fruits, vegetables, and everything left in the shack by their great grandfather.
By Alina Luke3 years ago in Fiction
The Stolen Heirloom
I was tending to my rose bushes near the front porch at the break of dawn. Sleep is questionable when my mind keeps issuing warnings that I cannot avoid. I couldn't stop thinking about the type of surprises I'd be up to when he returned. Out of habit, I soothed my mind by working on the rose bushes, the only plant I was granted permission to plant.
By U.Rdiya3 years ago in Fiction
The Windfall Weekend
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The roads were treacherous, but this was a much-needed getaway for us and so, despite the warnings on the news to stay off the roads due to one of the most threatening winter storms we’ve seen in decades, we loaded up the truck and threw it into 4 wheel drive. We had made it this far, though not far at all considering we were only 2 ½ hours north of home and just across the border into the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. It was already bringing back a multitude of childhood memories for me, being up here “in da UP, eh”. We were headed to Big Powderhorn ski resort to do some snowboarding and enjoy some quality time with just the two of us & let reality slip into the shadows of the small-scale mountains for a few days. Little did I know how much the weekend would end up impacting me as we drove up the private road and the sun set behind us.
By Kali Fox-Jirgl3 years ago in Fiction
Light as a Feather
It was a rainy day here in South Carolina. It actually is pretty much always raining. The rain was gentle. There was no wind. I was sitting on my balcony that overlooks the lake, sipping a cup of green tea. The lake has large homes with docks and boats. The trees are tall, leaves turning, and separate the houses from each other. The air was crisp, and it was just cool enough for me to only wear a thick sweater. I was contemplating my life choices. I recently quit my job and was trying to decide what to do next in life. Confused, I wondered about who I am and what my purpose is. Looking out at the lake, I saw an egret hunting. It stood as still as a rock, then struck its head into the water quickly and came up with a fish of some sort. After a tumultuous few months at my last job, it was nice to be able to sit and do nothing with nature surrounding me.
By Jennifer D. Morgan 3 years ago in Fiction
Murder at the Cyborg Ball
I know your secret. The room service drone had left the package mere minutes ago, but when Chia opened it, instead of the towels she’d requested, it contained only a lone, threatening note.
By Lorelle R.3 years ago in Fiction
Little Interruptions
Opening the door to greet the day each morning is the ritual that keeps me going. Whatever I face when I take that first breath of fresh air prepares me for the rest of my day. I instituted this vital early step in my begin-the-day routine when I realized that breathing the stale air inside only served to keep my thoughts and feelings stale as well. This was no way for a creative to start her day, so I changed it.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
Date Known
The aroma of hot coffee invigorated the old bones of Arknun. Het set content on his porch outlook gazing at the airway traffic in front of his house. The old vintage quilt kept him much warm more then he would have guessed. Back in the day they really built things to do their proper job. He sipped the black liquid letting it seep into his joints like oil on old rusted joints. He really enjoyed this form of caffeine far more than the common pills and energy injections.
By Theo3 years ago in Fiction
One Year Ago Today...
By Sandy Lo The day started out like any other. That’s actually a lie, it was better than any other day. In fact, the entire year had been better than all of the rest. Everything changed last December 31st. That was when I met him. Kaiden. I was supposed to meet some asshole from a dating app for a drink. I hadn’t done much dating in my life, especially not on some crappy app that made it impossible to actually connect with someone. But it was New Year’s Eve and I was tired of being alone, so I thought 2022 would be different. I downloaded a handful of apps, swiped right on a bunch of random guys without much thought, and made a last-minute date with an attractive doctor. That is if he was even really a doctor.
By All’s Fair in Love & Writing3 years ago in Fiction
Boxed In
Routine, monotony, predictability--it makes the heart happy. Wake up. Stretch. Breakfast. Brush your teeth. Shower. Get dressed. Make-up, hair. Ready for the day. Read in the sun room. Read in the kitchen. Lunch with Arnie. Read in the sun room. Dinner. TV. Brush your teeth. Bed.
By l.j. swann3 years ago in Fiction
The Angel On The Stoop
With the ringing of the bell I was on my feet, and by a brace of pattering I was at the door. At my command, it opened. Before me was a drone, perfectly centered within the frame, hovering in wait above its payload. Clasped in each imitation claw was a string, and as my arrival processed within its circuits, it rose in turn, and disappeared. The strings were liberated as its grip achieved critical mass. If they had been shaped into anything resembling a bow, the sight had been lost on me. Surprise had kept my eyes glued to the mechanical marvel across every critical moment, and as such, any initial evidence as to its sender was lost.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man3 years ago in Fiction
Visilam
It was an average day for your average Joe, or at least your average Joe millionaire genius who now lived on his own asteroid in his own old-school, oak wood cabin. Yeah, that’s the life, a somewhat lonely life. Not completely lonely, though. He did have his dog Rufus with him, who ended up becoming more of an alarm clock with his early morning lick attacks. But how could one complain about waking up to the beautiful, infinite universe whilst simultaneously receiving infinite love?
By Michael V3 years ago in Fiction