Mystery
Schrödinger’s Cat
Squirrels skittered across the farmhouse tin roof, and Jodi relaxed for the first time in months. Toby, her golden retriever, enjoyed their long walks in the harvested fields of corn, where doves invaded at sunrise to take their share of the remnant grain.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Off the Path
The dirt mingled with the dust, puffing into the air as the door swung open. “What is this place?” Mac asked, glancing through a hole in the ceiling. Beyond was a blue sky and skeletal tree branches. The floor just under it was soft and littered with leaves. If the room had been a little brighter she suspected she would have been able to see the mold she was sure was growing there.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
Protocol 64-54
“Front door alert.” The melodic voice calmly announced as Julianna stirred in her bed. Her stark black hair was a bold contrast to the bright white farmhouse comforter set that seemed to envelop her. She lifted her left wrist bringing her smartwatch screen into view. 3:14 am. Julianna snuggled back into the warmth of her blankets, refusing to rise early on a Sunday. She made a mental note that she would need to have Alice serviced on Monday. She would set a reminder when she awoke.
By Dr. Constance Quigley3 years ago in Fiction
An Unexpected Delivery
I glance out of my front window to see a drone rising from my steps and darting into the early morning sky. As I open the front door, I’m greeted by a plain cardboard box, neatly and securely taped. There’s no return address listed on the label, nor is mine or my wife’s name on it, just our home address. I don’t remember ordering anything lately, no overnight delivery, no late night drunken Amazoning, absolutely nothing. Perhaps my wife did from… somewhere?
By Damian Reccoppa3 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Rising
I remember hearing the distinct resonance of what sounded like a thousand bees buzzing outside my door. Curiosity, when awakened at the wrong time, with no forethought for what may be the outcome of an action, can be a terrible thing. My casual inquisitiveness, which left me wondering what the oddly disturbing noise could possibly be, was to become my unfortunate undoing.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Mystery of the Nile
My eyes opened just enough to peek at the numbers on the digital clock on the dresser. It read: 7:38 AM. On any other day of the week, I would be rushing around getting ready for my first appointment, but one morning a week I reserved for myself. Being self-employed, that day was Monday, and I loved my Monday mornings. I stretched and reached for my phone, automatically opening my email to check for urgent messages. I paused. No, this was my morning; email and business could wait until after lunch. The morning was mine. I smiled and sighed indulgently as I allowed my phone to drop onto the rug. I rolled over and stretched my legs to the cool spot on the bed as I snuggled my head into the blankets to block out the sunlight leaking through the curtains.
By Jennifer Plaster3 years ago in Fiction
A Declaration of Honor
Dust kicked up from the Martian surface. The granules were like little specks of red powder. Dr. Tiana Monson stopped her work on the botanical garden which she had constructed with her boyfriend, Dr. Gelman Shepman on the planet. She was about five eleven and he was six foot four. Her features looked like coffee and he appeared the color of cashews.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Amara.
Gwendolyn walked down the scanty sidewalk, a depleting cup of warm coffee in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. It was like any other evening- the air was cool and the breeze scattered dead leaves onto the street. She tossed her cup into a trash bin nearby and took a long drag, watching a group of high school kids as they walked past. Their laughter rang into the air, the sound sickly sweet and it gave her a headache. There was a time she envied their innocence. Born to a mother that endured an abusive relationship until her death, Gwendolyn was stripped of her childhood from an early age. Thinking back, how she had wished to live a normal life, go to school, get a job. Now, as she watched the neighbourhood children grow into young adults, she wondered if she would have been happy either way. Life was okay for some, shitty for most. If she'd had the opportunity to make her own choices, would her life have turned out a bit different?
By Parti Pris3 years ago in Fiction
