Mystery
It's Okay To Be Vulnerable
“Girl, I will be there in 20 minutes.” “So I should expect you in an hour?” Melodic laughter filtered from the phone sitting on the vanity while Winter aggressively brushed highlights on her cheekbones. She had made plans today to meet up with her bestie, Zaida, to take care of some pre-vacation shopping.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
A Box of Tricks or Threats?
Incarnated in our environments, we often do not realise what awaits us around the next corner. We live our little lives without thinking about where selcouth events might take us. And let's face it, there aren't many extraordinary events in our lives, and when they do appear on the horizon, we don't tend to blindly follow them for lack of time or money or both, so these new things can never be the incarnation of a coloured, spreading autumn tree. This is not going to be that kind of story.
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Fiction
The Metal Bees
My gran was the last of our family to see a honeybee. She said they were beautiful, little fluffy beams of sun always busy, their hums the soundtrack of an April afternoon in the blueberry fields. When the honeybees had all died, their visage laid to rest on a long list of extinct specimens of the 21st century, the government didn’t miss a beat in launching a solution – BeeX1. The project was lauded as an amazing feat of technology, a victory of human ingenuity – millions of little diamond-shaped titanium drones swarmed the acres of Washington cherry tree orchards, the swaths of Texas broccoli fields, and the stretches of apple tree land in Michigan. My gran had a potent distaste for the metal bees, as she called them, but she had little choice when a man in a suit dictated renewed terms of her contract for leasing the land. No metal bees, no more Kellington Family Farms.
By Amy Fredrickson3 years ago in Fiction
Box?
EL Supervisor was walking at night during "homeless tour" down the popular historic pacific coast 🛣️ highway. When he suddenly heard an angelic sounding ringing as he got closer to a normal looking carton box 📦 in the middle of the road. A flickering street light lit up this mystery normal looking seal carton box with no labels, logos or packaging of any kind to identify who it belong to or what contents it might have inside. Immensely eager and curious to find out what was making the sound. He try to open it with his blunt box cutter knife, 🔪 but to his surprise the box rattle like if it contain a trap 🪤 wild animal. The ringing noise slowly began fading away while icy noctilucent clouds clear out the darken purplelish night sky 🌌 to make room for the gigantic Blood 🩸 moon eclipse happening.
By Jose Elias3 years ago in Fiction
The Art of Imaginary Friends
My hands were shaking when I opened up the heavy door of the Yume Art Gallery. Located on Carmel’s main street, it remained impossible to miss as you strolled by on your way to the white sand beaches. The owner Sonni was one of the only female gallery owners in Carmel and had always appreciated my work. She’d say ‘Marisol, one of these days you're going to design a collection for my gallery.’ Today was that day and I was elated even through my nerves. It was all reminiscent of my first showcase at 23 years old. That showing was a success and helped solidify my career as an artist.
By Tatiana Farias Gold3 years ago in Fiction
Ocean View
Eighty-five degrees Fahrenheit weather was extremely rare for that time of year in Sussex County, Delaware. Winter had allowed the beachgoers to be as far away as possible. The town of Ocean View in the small state soaked up the sun and the warmth of Christmas Eve.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Is this for me?
As I heard the buzzing, the sound creeps up your spine, I couldn't help but ask myself why? This was only meant for the "ones". Each year your name is put into a pool. One is something you might need as you have done "good" for the year. The other? Let's just say the world watches your death.
By Samantha Dulak3 years ago in Fiction
