Mystery
The Engineer
She was on a train. The girl knew that much without opening her eyes. She could hear the clickety-clack of the wheels turning on the tracks, could feel the gentle sway of the train cars. The girl burrowed down into her hoodie. Wherever she was on this train, it was cold.
By Maggie Elizabeth 3 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case - Chapter 4
The drive to Reservoir road was quiet and soothing. The air had a stillness to it that almost made me forget about the growing pains in my face and torso from the fight a half hour ago. I could see in the rear-view mirror that I had a busted lip and a cut on my cheekbone, and my side felt like it was going to have bruises for a few days. Luckily though, nothing was broken. I was just going to tough it out and tell anyone that gave me a side eye that it was a failed mugging.
By Georges-Henri Daigle3 years ago in Fiction
MR. Violence: Returns
Rapheal Jameson aka MR. Violence aka RJ to his friends, A guardian angel who has been living among humans for centuries but after taking on Dracula in the 1500s and fought in countless wars until 1650 where he decided to buried his MR. Violence's persona and went back to Heaven and took punishment from his brothers and sisters angels and his father God who sented him to purgatory to aid human souls that die without purify their souls to show them the way of purification so they can graduated to heaven if they can't purify their souls. They will stay in purgatory for all etentity. Rapheal would become the first King Of Purgatory.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Fiction
Granted
Like any artist, Jonah thought a lot about money. At this time of the year, forms had to be filled out, documents signed and initialed, calls made, emails sent, and even the odd fax shipped to keep his name in play and have his grant money coming in, as usual. In the early part of the new year, the first cheques would arrive, along with letters asking him to stay in touch with whatever agency provided the money. He would also make sure to note how quickly the money arrived and who seemed to be most tardy (they were usually connected to the government). He had work to do as soon as he found time for more than his art.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
The Man In Black
Ever since I could remember I've had this....companion. It was some man in a suit. He watched from a distance but when we were inside he stood near the closest door. He never said a word, only stared. Occasionally he would nod or shake his head but that would be the extent of his communication.
By SilverSkys3 years ago in Fiction
The Mobility Scooter and the Sea
The Mobility Scooter and the Sea By Ashley Michael Day Merryn Penrose drove her mobility scooter down the steep inclining road to Mullion Cove. A remote Victorian harbour off the rugged Cornish coast. A solid stone structure with a looming harbour wall nestled between two towering jagged cliffs. It was a wild spot. Filled with the sounds of crashing waves and shrieking gulls.
By Ashley Michael Day 3 years ago in Fiction
The Immortal King
I imagine the Gods weeping every time the rain falls. There are no wails of despair, only silent tears that blanket the landscape, nourishing the beauty of the world around us while depriving us of the warmth that comes with the sun. I feel as if here, in Portland, it’s always raining, as if the gods are as sad as the poor souls trapped in this decaying shit hole. Slumped shoulders of wet pedestrians accompany the overcast skies and water-logged shoes that are the norm for most of the year. Why would I expect anything else on the one day that mattered? We have two seasons here: the hot one which comes with a permanent coating of sweat and a constant sun glare, and the wet one which accounts for the other nine months of the year. You would think that growing up here would cause a person to become accustomed to this shit, or that we would at least learn to carry an umbrella and invest in some boots, but the vast majority of us, including yours truly, never catch on.
By Jefferey A Ayers3 years ago in Fiction
The 9th planet
As I watched the mailman make his way towards my mailbox I started to fill with excitement. As I walked out of my apartment to get the mail that was just placed in my mailbox, my excitement turned to nervousness. I opened my mailbox, it's finally here. The letter I've been waiting on for almost a month now. Once I got back inside my apartment, I sat the letter on my table unable to open it. I just starred at the it, nervous to read the results. After what felt like hours, I finally opened the letter. "Dear Sahara Rose, we are excited to inform you that you have been selected as a winner of the science fiction writing contest! You, along with seven other people, have won the chance to explore the new planet!" Excitement once again flowed through me. I almost didn't even finish reading the letter before I started planning my trip.
By Jasmine Rose3 years ago in Fiction
