Mystery

Wrong Address
Two whole days had passed and nothing, they obviously don't want their parcel back and care less about delivering to the wrong address. On top of that is the fact that its states, in letters large enough to read from a passing small moon - SIGNATURE REQUIRED, Amazingong fucked this up as well.
By Bren3 years ago in Fiction
The Box of Life.
I am alone. I am only 35 but I am alone. I have neighbors who live nearby but I don't talk to them, and I have no family as they are all dead. I visit no one, and I never get visitors. I have always kept myself to myself; dithering away in this old house, busying myself with cooking, cleaning, sewing, and television. I never get bored, and I never get into trouble. Time goes by fast, so I make the most of every single day, and I can't do that if I have visitors, can I?
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 88
Rhilo jumped backwards in the air . He waved his fan at the ground . When he did that the wind instantly formed and then turned into a larger green ball . He shot it at the ground and launched his own body into the air to gain great distance from us . Then he spinned really fast again , waving his fan while mid air . Launching two green balls of wind at us this time .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
A deal with the devil
Once upon a time I made a deal with the devil. The sky was an inferno of sunlit cloud on the edge of dusk when I found the Book of Yahweh. The desert was an orange ocean hiding stone pages that I prised from the depths of the icy tomb. I grinned, licking my lips as I recognised the ancient script.
By Mhairi Campbell 3 years ago in Fiction
A Mystery Gift From The Heart.
I don't know whether I should put my Christmas tree up tonight. It's Christmas Eve, though I see nothing special in Christmas anymore. I sigh a deep sigh of sadness as I watch the gentle snow falling outside my window, covering the empty branches of trees in a beautiful, white, quilt.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Avid
I’m not old but I’m old enough to know better. At least I thought so. After blowing out the candles on my cake for my eighty-fifth birthday party, I thought I would not see something as special as what I received on my Newark, Delaware doorstep from a drone delivery.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
No Boxes for Old Women
Darlene was wrist deep in soil when the machine flew over her head. It was barely audible, though she knew her hearing was fading. Lately, she had to turn the television up to twenty just to hear it.
By Kelley Zherzhi3 years ago in Fiction
The Delivery
“Babe, hurry up,” I yelled from the bedroom. “We’re going to be late!” “I’m going as fast as I can, Kevin,” Darlene called back from the bathroom, though her urgency existed in her words alone.
By Blake Holden3 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery Box Foundation
It is 3:33 p.m. and 33 seconds and like clockwork Ryde's mail has been received. As Ryde scans his mind, he sees the usual white lights flashing which indicates junk mail. Ryde deletes the flashing white lights and is left with two yellow lights which indicate bills, so he files those into his bill folder. Each bill will pop up 10 minutes before they are due and will automatically be paid. But there's one light left, a mysterious purple light which he's never seen before.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Fiction
Mirror Mirror in the Box
*THUMP* The sound startled me from the (finally) comfortable position I had found in the corner of the couch. I look around my empty house in a panic before realizing the sound had to have come from outside the front door. With a hand clutching my chest as though I was somehow keeping my rapidly beating heart from jumping out of the skin there, I opened the door to which I saw a lone box. I heard the faint buzzing of the drone that had likely dropped off the mysterious package.
By A. L. Benware3 years ago in Fiction
Digital Beehive
The letters rolled across the computer display from left to right: Successful Delivery. Daran was on a mission. The target number for a solid quarter of deliveries was around 300, and nobody had come close to it this quarter, so far. Daran was encroaching 299 and it wasn’t even lunch time yet.
By Jody Carlton3 years ago in Fiction
Lifeline in a Box
Sloan heard the humming just outside her front door. Pressing her eye against the peephole, she saw a large drone hovering outside her door. She instinctively ducked, a habit she'd adapted since she left Hollywood. Rocking back and forth on the floor, she sang her mantra, "Everything's going to be all right, all right, all right, all right." The humming stopped, and she crawled up and peered out again. There was nothing in sight. She sat quietly until the rumbling in her stomach grew too loud to ignore. Slapping her belly, she yelled, "Fine! You win, stomach. I'll try to find something."
By Mary Haynes3 years ago in Fiction