Mystery
Tales of Bette: Charlie Who?
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. 'We' it still feels weird to say think of 'us' like that. "There is no way we are not lost," Bette said. She looked at her phone again: no signal. "Do you have a map," she asked curtly, she tried her hardest to remain calm, but she was failing. Charlie had been generous to surprise her with the cabin getaway between Christmas and New Years', but it wasn't what she expected.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
The Portrait and the Portal
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Wait! Didn't the ad say A-frame, this looks more like T-frame, flat roofed frame, or whatever framed term is correct. We could barely see anything anyway, except the white blanket of snow covering everything. At this moment however, any old kind of frame will do. Our only wish was that it had a great deal of warmth, was cozy, inviting and perfectly safe inside.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
People with Diabetes Eat Cheese? The Answer Might Surprise Can you!
People with Diabetes Eat Cheese? The Answer Might Surprise Can you! A lot of people with diabetes think they can’t eat cheese because it contains so many carbs and calories, but what they don’t realize is that some types of cheese aren’t as high in both as they thought! There are also even some cheeses out there that have fewer carbs than you would think. So if you love eating cheese, you can rest easy knowing that you can still enjoy it while living with diabetes—you just have to be smart about which kinds of cheese you choose and how often you eat them! Here’s why.
By Bryant Gray3 years ago in Fiction
Puzzle Box
Ten days ago, the first one arrived. I sliced it open with dad's letter opener. I didn't tell him what had happened, what came out. He would never believe me. I hid the box under my bed, convinced myself I was crazy, and went back to my wonderful life.
By Jordan Berman3 years ago in Fiction
I Do...Not.
As I stood in my wedding dress and my makeup artist touched up my lips, I heard my wedding party cheering. Did Taylor Swift accept my invitation and just show up? No. Yet, much like Swift herself, something did drop from the heavens above. I opened the window and called out, “What is that!?!” All at once, the group made their way inside and up the stairs to me.
By Steven Rice3 years ago in Fiction
Seven Months and Seven Hours
I hike higher and higher, determined to reach the top of the crag. Sweat is pouring off me like a gentle rain, and my body screams for a break. “You’re almost there, Prairie.” With the internalized pep talk, I feel my second wind kick in at full force. I take the last steps in exaggerated strides, reaching the top quickly. Finally, I get to see the view from way up here. Before I can enjoy the view, I spot movement in the clearing below. My heart starts racing as I squint my eyes, trying to make out the shadow I see there.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
Stay Cool
Oppressive August heat in Newark, Delaware was like a blast from a foundry. The grid had collapsed and the news issued all kinds of warnings especially for the very young and the senior citizens. The populace of the college town and the suburbs found all sorts of alternatives to conquer the high temperatures. People overcrowded pools and made their way to the Dover, Delaware beaches.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
