Mystery
The Escape
Anna was about to go to her room with her grilled cheese someone rang the doorbell. Her brow furrowed as she wondered who it could be. She wasn’t expecting anyone. She hadn’t planned on doing anything today other than relaxing after a long week of work in her comfy socks. Perhaps it was for one of her roommates? None of them were here though. Anna was the only one here this weekend.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Fiction
Twin Box
From the Personal Journal and Factual Record of Events of and involving Stanly H. McGee Jr. 1 – Too Late The doorbell rang but I did not hear it. I was too busy trying to find my keys. I was late. Not just a little late, but truly and terribly late. It was my first day at a new job and I was going to late. I felt like this was one of those things that happened in story, maybe some sort of sitcom, except this was not funny, not funny at all. If this were a sitcom, then some hilarious hijinks would ensue but, in the end, it would all work out. I would even walk away with a new love interest, a friendship that would be cultivated into something deeper over an excruciatingly long time. Like two or three seasons at least.
By Floyd Doolittle3 years ago in Fiction
Sincerely, Three Wings Above
The doorbell rang. Sounds of fans whirring soared overhead and out of earshot as Lacey opened the front door and looked down. The bright red box was labeled with no outside indicator as to its origin. Only the words "Sincerely, Three Wings Above" were visible. She stooped down and picked up the awkward package. Three strings were tied to it, these she removed with ease.
By Robert Scheck3 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery Package
The newspaper headline read: Another Great Time Saver by Yours Truly. Below the headline, there were multiple paragraphs about a new invention that would allow one's HOVR vehicle to stay in the air fifty miles longer without needing to stop. The following pages had information on the current water crisis and continued loss of space for any future buildings.
By Bodey Miller3 years ago in Fiction
Keystone
I was sipping coffee, watching the snow falling gently, when the tap-tap-tap on the sliding door made me look up. There was a drone. "Well, that's a new one," I thought, watching it bob up and down. I put down my coffee and walked over, and it dipped towards my covered WELCOME mat. The blades swept snow away, and it neatly deposited a little box on the partially uncovered C.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
ZORRO
Maria sat at the worn table facing the entry door to her house. Her hand rested in her lap and in it, she held a pistol. The kidnapper, under the guise of picking up the drugs to save himself from the wrath of his suppliers, would be to her house in minutes. In reality, he would be there to kill her.
By mark william smith3 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Delivery
When the package dropped onto my doorstep, I was at the very least surprised. On second thought, "surprised" is a bit of an understatement The damn drone almost dropped the stupid thing right on top of my head as I was walking out the door. I was already incredibly late for work, and getting almost decapitated by a delivery drone did not do much to brighten my mood.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
Do you wanna play a game?
Tik, Tik, Tik The hands on the old fashioned clock moved slowly. Ambrose sat in the dark in the living room with the television on, but he was not paying attention to the sports highlights that filled the airwaves. Instead he stared off into the distance.
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)3 years ago in Fiction
Voyeur in the Bascàl. Runner-Up in The Mystery Box Challenge.
Deacon Dillabaud nurtured the vacant expression of a daydreamer. He sat solitary in his apartment while fidgeting with his necktie; a bowl of oatmeal chilled into a loaf beneath his restless fingers. Stacks of neatly filed newspapers lay unread before him on the stained oak table.
By Zack Graham3 years ago in Fiction
