Mystery
Do Not Open
November 8, 2022, 7:11 a.m. Looking after the dogs while Mom and Dad are away. Admittedly, I’m already pretty paranoid. A package arrived via drone a few minutes ago—isn’t it too early for a delivery? I don’t remember ordering anything, anyway. Did Mom? She never mentioned any packages. I’ll have to ask. Better bring it in before the rain soaks it or someone tries to steal it. That drone must’ve drawn a lot of attention. I didn’t even know drones delivered up here.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 years ago in Fiction
Ancestral
There was a certain mystique about the box that lay in front of me. One that I couldn't get over. I had to know what was inside of it, there was no second thought about it. I had already decided if it was a bomb or some sort of chemical agent meant to dispatch me, that I would be ok with that. What did I have to live for anyhow?
By Michael Butler3 years ago in Fiction
Come Find Me
Pure white sunlight pours in through the slats of the blinds, reflecting brightly off the December night’s snowfall and stirring me from my sleep. Maple is curled at my feet, basking in the incoming warmth and light. She opens her eyes, letting out a sleepy meow as she’s awoken by my movement.
By Amanda McCarthy 3 years ago in Fiction
The Teller
“In twelve days, you’ll find everything you’re looking for, Ms. Harmsworth. You’ll be able to pay everything back in no time at all,” I told her. The future I saw for her was bleak, unable to pay back the loan the bank was going to give her, so they would foreclose on her house and sell off her assets. It didn’t matter to me, the bank was paying me to ignore the negative visions and use my reputation as the world’s greatest psychic to convince people to take a loan.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Box
A short high-pitched beep echoed through the cool mountain air. Inside, Marnie startled awake, heart hammering inside her chest like a caged bird. Blinking twice she scanned the darkened bedroom for movement, her eyes coming to rest on her door set slightly ajar. Oh right, the cabin. Light poured in from the hallway waking her senses more.
By Rachael MacDonald3 years ago in Fiction
One night...
One minute I’m one of many in a crowd of people. Swaying back and forth in the calming rhythm of breath. My eyes felt heavy, apathetic to whatever my brain had slowly drowned out. A man was speaking into a microphone which helped propel his loud booming voice even further into the room. I very might fall asleep standing where I stood, tucked in from the warmth of the crowd, and the heavy murmur from the crowd followed by the booming mumbles from the speakers could quiet any racing minds.
By Rambler's Society3 years ago in Fiction



