Mystery

Headless Hardluck
I had time to kill before the meeting with Crane, so I walked west on Downey Street until I came to the Rabbit Hole, the place on the matchbox I’d found at the crime scene. The entrance was an old cobblestone stairwell crammed between two brick buildings that led to an underground space with nothing but a small iron sign hanging against the side wall to give it away. If it had been anymore out of the way, I’d have missed it entirely.
By Taylor Doubleday4 years ago in Fiction
Lost Night in the Club
The attack was over in seconds. Danielle Davies walked around the broken glass that covered the club floor. She was the personal financial advisor and best friend to Ivy Condit, manager of Wherehouse, a famous club in Miami, Florida. This morning, Danielle woke up before dawn when her phone rang with a frantic Ivy on the other end.
By Christine Antosca4 years ago in Fiction
I wanted to study but ....
It was 7 pm, the room was dark and nothing was visible but a few books resting on the bookshelf. I just woke up anxiously as I had an exam the very next day. It was the first time I didn’t prepare well for the exam. I was in stress as I wanted to maintain my top position in school. In a hurry, I just had a few snacks and rushed out to my friend’s place. Two guards outside the villa asked me what I wanted. I told who I was and they called for my friend.
By Azhar Malik4 years ago in Fiction
The Laundry Daze
“You didn't call me over a minute too soon," the kid announced. "This old girl, she's hurting.” “You talking about me?” whispered the older woman, standing behind Text begins him, in the cramped kitchen of the farmhouse. There was no malice in her words, even in her tone of voice, but to a stranger, like the young technician, this would have not been apparent — “I’m feeling as right as one can feel. If anyone’s in bad shape, it’s him. He creaks when he walks, he’s so ancient. You ever hear yourself creaking, Jud?”
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Cloud Noir
“It’s kind of like LinkedIn, but for wise guys.” I looked at him the way I usually do, eyes squinted, mouth puckered like I just ate a fucking lemon. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but this kid always gets me like that. All the kids. Fuck them. Think they know so fucking much just because they have a computer in every fucking pocket.
By Ken Goldstein4 years ago in Fiction
If Not Humans Then What: Part 4
During lunch I found myself talking with Keith quite a lot, finding myself fascinated by his personality. He was very open and cheerful and whenever he was around I always felt lighter and I wasn’t afraid to admit it.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
The Candle In The Window
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." "As legend goes, whosoever glimpses it first must venture within, alone, to discover what has been left behind."
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Fiction
Little Child Lost
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Jake whispered to his sister as they walked towards home, “The spirits return every year at this time”.
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction
The Ring
I remember the feeling of a bag pulled over my head. It blocked most everything except the sun. I was pulled along to the ring with it shining down on me.
By Spencer Reaves4 years ago in Fiction
A Frosty Summer
Autumn was just about to interrupt the latest summer when this happened. That magical moment when the trees visit her sunny ballroom dressed in gold or red robes is an invitation to slowly strip them away. Growing up in a big city, we anticipated the pleasure of digging with our feet through the rustling carpet that would soon cover the ground. Most adults were absorbed by important tasks after the summer break. So, we built our own world and our own places to live and enjoy. The time had come to move to the Autumn house.
By Anette Rosen4 years ago in Fiction
Dark Roast. Top Story - June 2022.
I can tell a lot about a person from what they drink. So could you, if you were in my line of work. Take Mr Green-Tea-Frappuccino. I’ve no problem with ironic beards, but when the temperature’s low enough you half expect polar bears on your commute? Sticking to iced drinks is perverse. Probably a Taurus, they’re known for that kind of thing.
By Lauren Everdell4 years ago in Fiction
No Time For Funny Business
“Let me tell ya, sirs, I’m a straight thinking man, fer sure.” The drunk, dirty, and perhaps not completely aware of himself bum fidgeted in his seat as two police officers observed him. “I always ‘ave been, you’d better believe! It was how i was brought up, y’know?” He wiped his red nose, covered his mouth as a fit of hiccups overtook him, then coughed once before continuing his rant. “I calls things as I see them, and I stick to that, ‘cause if a man can’t trust his own eyes, what can he trust?”
By Silvestre Naranjo4 years ago in Fiction