Mystery
Boxing Day
Whirring ceased. The drone sat on top of the box on her doorstep. Its sleek blackness and the white with red and blue stripes on the corner of the cardboard package contrasted and seemed harmless. CEO of a cosmetics company, Batista Nallen didn’t take any chances. She called the cops.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Unboxed
It sat where it had every morning since it arrived, restlessly in a sunbeam. Longing for the tape to be removed, for its doors to be swung open wide. I sat in an eternal stare down from my chair, refusing its internal desire to be opened. Boxes had always held this power. The anticipation of opening it was more satisfying than what lie within. But this was different. It had arrived in the night with no note. No description. It felt….different.. this box. Like it was screaming to be opened. Yet I could not bring myself to do it. I felt a sense of duty to leave it closed. So I sat. I stared. I waited.
By Michael Harrison3 years ago in Fiction
What a difference a day makes
What a difference a day makes. The future is never certain. I lay in bed, it was early, I was listless, I went through the coming hours in my mind, trying to convince myself it was worth getting out of bed and getting active. I failed. Then my dog started barking and trying to charge through my locked and secure front door. He also failed; but he did get me out of bed to try and calm the racket down. I looked through the security panel to see what had cause dog to get so agitated, I was in time to see a drone lift and fly away. When I got the door open, I found a box on the step, a perfectly ordinary looking brown cardboard box. I had no trouble picking it up, it was light and a cube, only about six inches each side. On the top was a stuck-on label but this was not showing any name or address, or any other information. Even once I was back inside and turning it over, I could see no other labels or marking of any sort. Very mysterious, I started the coffee filter machine going and unwrapped my surprise package. Dog was at my feet looking up expectantly as if he could smell his favourite treat, The box contained a plastic bag, and this contained, what looked like chocolates, dark chocolates just loose in the bag no fancy display pack. I put these well out of reach of dog and searched for clues about who sent this and why. Nothing, no information at all. The bag contained twenty chocolates, when I opened up the bag and tipped out the contents, I could see that they were all exactly the same, Same size, shape, and weight.
By Peter Rose3 years ago in Fiction
The Miracle Box
Today, like every day for the past year, Judy Trudeau had gone to visit her ten year old son, Timmy, in the hospital. He was in a coma, and she had been visiting almost every day to talk to him. She prayed and begged for him to wake up. He was hit with a baseball while at a game with his father, and even though she knew she shouldn’t blame John, she did. She grabbed Timmy’s hand and started talking.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Two Blue Figures
The wall of mystery; a structure made of dynamic shapes. Odd figures move and merge with one another in swirling patterns. I want to reach out and touch them but Momma made sure I knew not to get close. She says that “bad things” will come for anyone who touches the wall but many people have bumped the wall before. I don’t know what the danger is because everyone who bumps it seems to be fine afterward. Momma is only overreacting. It is quite the peculiar sight to watch the figures continually change and move around. Are they alive? Is the wall really as hard as stone like I have been told? I won’t know until I touch it, but momma won’t leave me alone.
By Mason Walters3 years ago in Fiction
