Mystery

Prom Queen - Part Three
I left David’s house and went straight home and straight to my bedroom. I got out of my rain-soaked clothes. Fixed myself a tall glass of lemon ice tea. And I sat down at my desk, at my laptop, to put my plan into effect. And I still felt David on me. Still smelled him on me too.
By Juan Mendez Scott3 years ago in Fiction
Prom Queen - Part 2
Ryan made a right turn onto West Farmington Road, a road where there were not a lot of houses, just thick wooded areas. Except for maybe the half-million dollar, newly built homes on Taryn Lea Court. There was the Accokeek Animal Hospital there had been there for years. The animal hospital looked like an old run-down house to me. We took our dog, Buddy, there when I was a little girl. And behind the animal hospital was WSSC’s Piscataway Wastewater Treatment Plant. Which sat on Piscataway Creek. Other than that, except for a few houses here and there, there wasn’t much on that part of West Farmington. I didn’t scare easy, but that area of Accokeek, Maryland frightened me.
By Juan Mendez Scott3 years ago in Fiction
PROM QUEEN - Part One
“Girl, you just don’t know,” I said. “I will do anything ... anything... to have David.” I was looking at Kathy’s face when I said it, and I was smiling. But I was dead serious.
By Juan Mendez Scott3 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 2: The Incident at Farmer Krum's Cabin
Time slows to a crawl as Kannan tightens his grip on Dawnbringer’s hilt. Closing both eyes, his heart thundering like a raging winter storm, he readies himself for the impending battle. The sword’s circular pommel stone flares momentarily with bright light. Soon after, the great sword’s blade sings softly as it slowly unsheathes from its scabbard. Heat radiates through Kannan’s body as the blue runes engraved in the sword ignite with an azure glow, enveloping the sharp edges of the blade in a spectral pale aura. Kannan experiences a heightened clarity of thought, a sudden rush of strength, and his mind is flooded with ancient knowledge of countless battles as the spell-forged sword becomes an extension of himself.
By Dylan Crice3 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 14
Life at the convent was quite simple, yet rather peaceful. The sisters had developed a seamless routine of pray, eat, work, repeat, and Danny and Penelope fell into that routine with little difficulty. Mother Abigail had a seemingly endless list of minor repairs and routine maintenance tasks for Danny to do in addition to helping out with the daily chores. Although by far not the most skilled carpenter or plumber, Danny knew how to swing a hammer and wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty if the need arose. Every other day, a handful of the sisters traveled down into the valley to the nearby village, to help out the elderly and infirm. Penelope elected to go with them on these little trips, mostly so that she could check out the village book shop and do more research on the internet there. Danny, of course, couldn't leave the convent for a myriad of reasons, but was usually kept so busy he didn't have time to notice her absence.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
In A Beer World, It Was A Bourbon Kind Of Day
I tossed a silver Eisenhower on the bar which she snatched up before the coin stopped spinning. The bourbon was good, the crowd lousy.
By TA Shaw3 years ago in Fiction
Time Over and Again, Chapter 2
To read the previous chapter, click here. Len and Sasha stared down the deserted, broken-down streets of the once-somewhat-nice neighborhood. They walked down the sidewalk, Sasha trying to chew the clearly dead grass. Len picked her up and pulled her away from the grass, but she just ran back over to it.
By Tanner Linares3 years ago in Fiction
My Aunt Jackie Part 3
Minutes later, I think we were trying to out-stare each other, or they were stunned by my perfume because they were as quiet and still as a graveyard at midnight on a full moon night. They didn't even bark.
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
The Kettle's Whistle
The kettle whistled, breaking the silence of the morning. The sound continued, screaming down the hallway and towards the bedrooms. Who had even put the water on? How long would the whistle go on for before someone finally turned it off?
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
The Black Ibis Case
I stared at the piece of paper for a long time, trying to understand its meaning. I decided to fold it up and place it in a plastic bag to examine it later. I checked the remaining offices but found them as empty as all the other ones I had seen before.
By Georges-Henri Daigle3 years ago in Fiction
The Sunset Mountain
The attack was over in seconds. The wolves had run off and left the girl for dead. Broken bones, bruised ribs and blood seeping from her left shoulder. She could feel death slowly creeping upon her. Vultures circle in the sky waiting for her to pass out so they can pick at her bones. The sun blazes in the sky, the heat burns her skin badly, scorching and melting her slowly.
By Sara Sparrow3 years ago in Fiction
In Service of the Dead
London-England Her hand was sore, she could still feel the burn of the punch as her knuckles cracked in the officer’s face. It was a hard punch, one that he’d find difficult to recover from. She left him in the open street bleeding his mouth out while she ran off not looking back. She picked up her pace, running even faster into the night as she heard the officer call in support.
By Stultus the Fool3 years ago in Fiction