Mystery
Curiosity Killed Me
The alarm clock screams at me with a 7 a.m. wakeup call. Beep, beep, beep. Yes, it’s an actual clock with an alarm and not a feature on my phone. In fact, my phone sits on the desk in the spare bedroom I’ve designated as my office. I lay in bed listening to the offending contraption for a full minute before switching it off. I slide out of bed, my bare feet touching the cool wood floors before stepping into my slippers. Making the bed takes just another minute.
By Cynthia Mejia3 years ago in Fiction
Welcome To The Team
[SFS 3 & The Mystery Box] There was a package waiting at her door. It couldn't be for her. No orders had been placed, no one planned to send her mail. No one could, without knowing quite where she lived. Yet it could not be for anyone else. The address affixed to the brown paper was entirely correct. Her name was written perfectly.
By Ellen Stedfeld3 years ago in Fiction
Little Surprises
I stare at the freshly delivered package, set so diligently upon my stoop by the same unmarked drone that had delivered the previous five. My suspicion is mild when compared to my intrigue, as the previous parcels have all held something that I have found to be wonderfully tailored to my own interests. Perhaps I should be more alarmed, but, to me, it seems that my secret admirer, whoever that may be, has come to know me very well.
By Kai K Colby3 years ago in Fiction
The White Box
It’s been 72 hours since the mail drone dropped a package off at my door. Normally, I would be excited that a package got dropped off at my door. Who doesn’t love waking up to a package at their door? It always feels like Christmas came early. However, this time I got an uneasy feeling. Not necessarily a bad one, just one that gives me anxiety. And that’s why the package has been sitting at my door for the last 3 days. I hate surprises. It has anxiety attack written all over it.
By K.J.George3 years ago in Fiction
The Music Box Mystery
The package arrived on the doorstep of Adrianna's apartment at 2:17 AM. The plain brown cardboard box was slightly damp, it's corners crumpled as if it had been tossed down a flight of stairs. Adrianna had searched the outside of the box top to bottom for a return address, but had come up with nothing. What was more curious to Adrianna was the fact that her address wasn't written on the box either.
By Kendall "Milo" Davison3 years ago in Fiction
The Unauthorized Biography of Travis Kelce
I tried to ignore the delivery notification of the screaming, buzzing, hovering drone that had just arrived at my home. It was only eight in the morning. Damned drones weren’t allowed in my neighborhood before ten in the morning. I wasn’t expecting a delivery of any kind.
By Diane Michelle Campbell3 years ago in Fiction
T.A.N. - Talaria AI Network
Blinking away the last traces of sleep, Connor rubbed the sand from his eyes, wondering as he did so if the droning buzz he'd woken up to was a leftover from last night, or an actual swarm of bees hovering around his head. Sitting up in bed (too quickly, dammit his head hurt) he looked around his small apartment bedroom, trying to locate the source of the buzzing noise. It didn't take long to spot the gray drone hovering right outside his window with a large cardboard box attached to its midriff. The little robot was as close as it could get without its wings crashing into the glass, it's small red optical sensor swiveling around, scanning Connor's tiny apartment.
By David Rabbani3 years ago in Fiction
Today’s Journal Entry
It’s been a while since I’ve written an entry in this journal, but here I am with a tale that is worthy of an entry. It was a week ago that I got a call out of the blue from a highschool friend of mine. She explained that she needed someone to house-sit for her and she remembered how we used to go home from parties together, sleep in the same bed without her worrying about getting taken advantage of because, apparently, I was that trustworthy. So I became the obvious choice.
By Ghostface Writer3 years ago in Fiction
