Mystery

The Glowing
Chapter 6 I woke up on Sunday morning feeling like my head was stuffed with cotton balls. I made myself take a good long shower, and I found myself scrubbing my skin more vigorously than normal. I turned on some music while I air-dried, ‘Beethoven for Breakfast’, and meditated, trying to clear my mind and focus. I had to call the hospital to check up on Mike; I also remembered he had a son that lived in southern California who may need to be notified if the police hadn’t already done so. I should also send some flowers to Joey’s wife, but that would need to wait until Monday at least. And then I needed to make a run to the store to pick up something to make for dinner tonight – whatever else had happened I wanted to see Morgan again, and cooking would be cathartic for me. Meanwhile, I decided to shut everything out for a while, and just lay and listen to the music.
By Taida3 years ago in Fiction
The Glowing
Chapter 5 “Morgan, we have to call the police.” I was clutching my stomach, barely holding back the impulse to let everything come back up.
By Taida3 years ago in Fiction
My Aunt Jackie Part IV
They fingerprinted me after I was strip-searched. Then threw me into a cell with a female Kramer from Seinfield. RuPaul's female twin, with a beard and five tattoos on her breast. Which was showing. Along with two other ladies-of-the-night, who had more holes on their bodies than the Ozone layer. A jewel in each hole. Someone painted their faces with more colors than a rainbow in the rainforest. I had six hours or less for someone to see my sheet ladder, and I had a feeling Mom would need an IV to swallow this.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
The Crow and the Kelpie
Under the moon so pale a bright, against the void with stars at night. The wind blowing so easily still, the night bird gifting a peaceful trill. Weary, worn, aching feet, tramp along till he and his journey's end meet. Urning for rest, food and sleep, this lone traveler remembers his path to keep. To the inns and the bars of his oh sweet Scotland, from the path he walks through dirt, grass and sand. As he walked, pushing through a sleep spell, it was about to be made clear that not all was well.
By Checkers3 years ago in Fiction
Train station
-"I'm a good advisor! It is my job after all, spending my 9-6 advising other people on diverse topics. Where to invest their money? When to pass on a Business opportunity? When to buy a house? Or when it is best to sale some of their passives?"- I said to Alice, the old lady who is sharing sits with me at the train stations. She seems nice and is waiting for the same interstate train as me, so why not keep her company.
By May sanz 3 years ago in Fiction
The Hungry Beggar
The Mystery of the Hungry Beggar “Sahib, I am very hungry. Do you have something to eat?” I looked back and saw a sickly, crippled beggar pleading at me with folded hands. A face caked with grime, hollowed eyes, and a tattered t-shirt, he looked like the hundreds of beggars eking out a difficult existence within the notorious underbelly of New Delhi, the political capital of India. He was sitting on an ornate pavement in Janpath, a small secluded cul-de-sac just a stone throw away from the majestic Indian Parliament house.
By Peeping_Soul3 years ago in Fiction
Book review: Holden Sheppard’s THE BRINK
Having read and reviewed Holden Sheppard’s debut novel INVISIBLE BOYS last year, I was truly excited when I heard that his second novel, THE BRINK, would soon be released. Just as soon as I saw it was available I placed an order and within a few days I had a copy in my hands. And as an added bonus, my copy had also been signed by the author!
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters3 years ago in Fiction
Eboney Brown remembers the day her mother, Myrtle Brown, went missing. It was 1990, and she was 13 years old.
Myrt Brown was visiting her best friend in New York when she had her purse stolen from her hotel room along with her epilepsy medication and identification. She missed the flight home because she didn’t have any of this important information.
By Faraz3 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Cases - Chapter 3
Old. The air was heavy with the scent of old books as soon as I went through the door. The smell of old books was one of the prevalent odors I could distinguish as part of the mixture entering my nostrils, but there was more. Old wood, varnish and dust seemed to dominate over everything else in the archeology building apart from the stories of the objects from which the scents emanated.
By Georges-Henri Daigle3 years ago in Fiction
The Dawn Breaks
He sits on the edge of the cliff, boot-clad feet swinging over heights far above the city that rests in the valley below. The evening has come and passed in an eclipse of blues and reds and violets, and night is here in all its darkness and stars that glint overhead like broken pieces of glass.
By Ro3 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Goat
I ate my hamburger with cheese and bacon and some secret sauce that I made. It was so good. I was in my room on my computer looking up some stuff for school and I saw a commercial for a new video game that I wanted. I decided that I would buy it with my allowance money that I saved up. I went to my brother's room and asked to borrow his money since he always has some. He said no and I asked why. He told me that he needed it for something important. I was about to leave when he said that he would give me the money if I did him a favor. I asked what it was and he told me that he needed me to watch our little sister while he and our mom went out to run some errands. I said that I would do it and he gave me the money.
By A3 years ago in Fiction
H&K: Path of Knowledge
Chapter 22 Hank stripped down to his T-shirt and pants. He placed the HK45 on the bed next to him as he lay down. His shirt and shoes sat in the chair next to the bed. Hank had moved Sarasin’s laptop to the desk across from the bed but kept the files and folders to look through. Hank was glancing through the records of the members of the unit when he opened up Jerome’s file. Twenty-four years old. No parents. Born in Dallas, Texas. Raised as a ward of the state. Blood type, A positive. His training mirrored his own. Something about the file didn’t look right.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Fiction