Mystery
The Hotel Dubois
Many had come to the Hotel Dubois with their pockets brimming with so many silver coins they could barely keep their purses shut. Only to be turned away. They’d put up a good fight, waving their hands and demanding entrance. Many often exclaimed, “do you know who I am?” Before Stanley had the oh-so-satisfying job, of sending them on their merry way, occasionally with a kick up the backside if they were behaving like a particular buffoon.
By Flora Nickels3 years ago in Fiction
The Hole of Melton
Part 1 There was a flicker of light beyond the trees. It was bright enough to catch Lauren’s eye as she crouched in position, awaiting her next prey, if it could be called that. This was not the way life was supposed to go, but since the hole opened up in the center of town, anything was possible.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
After 2 years, I finally read my dad’s suicide note.. Top Story - August 2022.
I took a deep breath to stop the slight shaking in my hand, whispering my affirmation on the exhale, “I’m ready for this, I’m ready,” before sliding the blue-lined notebook paper out from its envelope. It was finally ready to read my dad’s suicide note.
By R. M. Staniforth3 years ago in Fiction
Divine Beings
2001 Sat between two stacks of oak bookcases— one devoted entirely to old tomes of Egypt and her pharaohs, the other to the histories of Asia Minor and the Levant— was a studious eight-year-old, nosedeep in a 19th century biography. The Exploits of J. H. B. Montserrat, Volume II. She flicked through the musty pages quickly, but with a keenness uncommon of a girl her age. Not for biographies at least. Even one as fantastical as that which she had chosen.
By Samuel Andrew Milner3 years ago in Fiction
That's The Way To Do It!
What is that smell? Whenever we visited the old bookshop, as soon as you opened the glass panelled entrance door and you heard the soft ring of the brass bell that announced a new customer, it was always the same - you were met by this unidentified stench, a sickly sweet odour that immediately stimulated a desire to puke.
By Frank Lomax3 years ago in Fiction
Missing in Venice
The time she’d gone too far. Even with her mighty engines in reverses, the ocean liner was pulled further and further into the canal.One day in 1892 on a hot summer day there was a advertisement in the newspaper.That was talking about a new cruise ship.Bob Authier was offering one hundred families a free cruise on his new ship.Every family in New York City wanted to win contest to go to venice, Italy.The Johnson’s family wanted to go on family vacation for a while now,because Mr.Johnson promised his wife and daughter a trip. One of his friends in the office was reading the newspaper and mentioned to Bob that there is a contest for a free cruise. Bob was suspicious about the article so he left and went to a paper shop to get a newspaper. He finally read the article and at that moment a guy walked in and had a paper for people to fill out to enter the contest.Mr.Johnson was weirded out by how the guy knew that he was interested in the advertisement. Mr.Johnson didn’t want to sign it yet just in case it wasn’t official. Later that night when he got home his family was already eating dinner. His wife could tell something was up ,so she asked “What happened today?Why are you so shaky?” He just went to the table and looked at his family and said “I have something to tell you guys.” His family looked at him confused about what he was talking about. His family wanted to know what was wrong so they asked what it was and he said “ Do you guys want to go on a family cruise ?” Mrs.Johnson looked at her kids and her husband confused then said, “we don’t have the money for a trip right now.” Mr.Johnson knew his wife was going to say that so he brought home the advertisement and gave it to his wife. She read the article and she had a happy but confused face. She excused her children from the table.
By Tamia Brown3 years ago in Fiction
