Mystery

Memory Box
The drip from the kitchen tap reverberated off the surface of the sink. I stood a moment, the dull silence of the morning outside rendering me still. A glass hung limply in my hand.
By Liam Tunney3 years ago in Fiction
The Package
The alert of someone approaching my doorstep was a welcome distraction from the daily grind. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I wondered who it could be. Maybe the Girl Scouts were selling cookies. As I picked up my phone to look out the door, the taste and smell of Thin Mints threatened to overwhelm me. An image of a drone flying away from the front door pulled me out of my chocoholic reverie.
By Ben Shepherd3 years ago in Fiction
An Unexpected Surprise
"Good morning", I was told, was not enough to get my son out of his bed. So, to make sure he will be on time in school, I grabbed his blanked and pulled it off him. His window was wide open, and the wind blew in cold. He grasped and shouted at me. I was just laughing. "Good morning again", I said "ready for school now?". And I left his room. My daughter was already up and having breakfast, so I could focus on my emails and my writings.
By Dagmar Goeschick3 years ago in Fiction
For Prometheus' Love
"Nothing," she whispered to herself with heightened annoyance. What kind of twisted person delivers a partially addressed, flawlessly assembled, hauntingly empty box, securely wrapped in duct tape to someone's doorstep, on Thanksgiving of all days?
By Sydney Chapman3 years ago in Fiction
The Landscape of America
I never should’ve opened it. It was early morning when I sat in my Bethany Beach, Delaware home. When I saw that black drone fly away like a giant mosquito, I should’ve left well enough alone. But I didn’t. I picked up the goddamn box and placed it on my dining room table. At first, I just looked at it.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Inside the box
Another day, another half a dollar I thought as I crawled out of bed. Time for a hot shower and a hot coffee before work. As I got in the shower the doorbell rang, I presumed it was a delivery but knew even by now the courier would have left. So either the parcel would be by the door, or I would have a note telling me where I needed to go to fetch it.
By ASHLEY SMITH3 years ago in Fiction
Snowman
This is a story for the Vocal "Weekend Getaway" Challenge which you can read about below. We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. This was a weekend in the middle of nowhere, me, my partner and kid and the dog.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 90
Rhilo decided to keep his distance once again . He must believe in his stamina I thought , as he shot one wind ball in our direction. He jumped in the air and then shot one at the ground at a 60 degree angle . Propelling himself into the distance . We both dodged the wind ball and let it go past us . It kept going until it landed in a small pond sending all of the water in the air . The immediate area became misty and I went to Visceroy to tell him my new plan .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
A Graveyard Romance
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was our anniversary, and I couldn’t wait to celebrate with my wife. It was nice to get away from the kids for a little while.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ 89
After the dodge and gaining some distance , we hid amongst some trees . As so we could have the upper hand in our next exchange . Even from a distance we could hear Rhilo yelling out loud ." Hiding won’t work !" We could see where he was because , a strong gust of wind started to circle him as he walked around . He was destroying small trees in his path .Even the big trees were highly damaged . He walked around carefully and slowly while searching for us . As to be cautious for surprise attacks . While he walked around the wind surrounding him casually destroyed his surroundings .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery Box
The package from no one had come earlier in the day. Linda stared at the delivery on her kitchen counter. It was a harmless looking thing: a rectangular cardboard box, about the size of an old video tape. And yet, Linda was afraid to open it.
By Matthew Perrino3 years ago in Fiction
Sorrows Remedy
I was staring out the window into my neighbor’s yard, admiring her beauty. Some might find this creepy or weird, but they didn’t understand. I have autism, and was uncomfortable socializing with new people. Most times when I tried, people would laugh and make fun of me, or find an excuse to walk away from me.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction