Mystery

On the Side-Lines
-Daliah- Eccentric music floats in and out of earshot, as evening gowns twirl and flutter with the equally rich women wearing them.
By D. N. 4 years ago in Fiction
Ancient Place, New Struggles: Part Two
"An old warehouse. Why is it always an old warehouse?" Jessie took in their surroundings. An old, dilapidated warehouse complete with the works; broken windows, falling bricks, do not enter signs blanketing parts of the wall. "I swear, cities should really start doing away with these buildings."
By Michael Onstott4 years ago in Fiction
The Homecoming
Billie knew she looked a mess. Tailored black suit, designer shoes, and her hair pulled back into a perfect coif made for an interesting contrast to her smudged mascara and red eyes. Sweat pooled at the back of her neck, but she didn’t stop dancing to the thumping bass of the New Orleans bounce mix the DJ spun. An ancient air conditioner sat in the lone window of the small space, but it didn’t do much to cool any of them down.
By Tamara Golden4 years ago in Fiction
The tin chair
There weren’t always dragons in the valley he said looking at me with wide eyes. I ducked and a bullet wizzed just over my head. I could feel the hair follicles move as I rolled on the floor closer to him. We trained in Quantico together and became sparing partners, study partners and somehow along the way became lovers.
By Leslie Strom4 years ago in Fiction
Derivation of Mynd
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. With their numbers increasing rapidly lately, I wondered if they spawned from a loop that I’d lost track of somewhere. Nonetheless, they’re all here, dirtying up the place like a frat party.
By Jonathan Hernandez4 years ago in Fiction
Escape
2nd TICKET Yuri Boltov left his sleeping wife, five screaming children, a cursing kitchen staff and three worn out maids and set off for town. He strolled easily in the cool morning air past green fields divided by stone walls and tended to by tenant farmers. Yuri was happy today. He counted his blessings. He and his family had escaped the Russian Revolution along with 3 maids, a cook, a butler and half his fortune still intact. Enough cash to live comfortably for three generations. Well, maybe not three but definitely two generations. Hold up, thoughts processing, mentally reviewing accounts, adding, subtracting and bingo! Okay at least enough for the remainder of his life. His spoiled, lazy children would have to work. And if one or more of his maids became pregnant he was doomed. Well, sort of.
By David Parham4 years ago in Fiction
It All Spirals to Broken. Top Story - May 2022.
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. If you trace the records back far enough, it was once a human settlement. But that was a long time ago, before the great split and our worlds fractured. Now the Valley belongs to the dragons, and humans can only be found in the remaining architecture. - Prof. Eathe, Historian
By Drake4 years ago in Fiction
Penbroke in Shiasta
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Yet, there they were, separating the good from the bad and everything else that was neither. In the valley between Penbroke and Shiasta lay the foundations of what was once a mighty nation. No one knew what lie to the East of Penbroke or to the West of Shiasta, they only knew the fine line that separated them was blurred by the rubble of Zena. The dragons prowled around day and night and not a soul from Shiasta knew what was in Penbroke or beyond any more than any from Penbroke knew what was on the other side of Shiasta. Ironically, those on either side were so focused on where they could not go, they never turned around to see what was behind them. It was as though time stood still at the dragons bidding.
By Verna K Gunderson4 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 9
I arrived home sooner than I wanted. Inside my apartment, I flung myself on the bed and just cried. My Dad, who had protected me from the everyday tumult of childhood. The school bully; the dentist; when I got my shots, and so much more. When Mom insisted that I was old enough to sleep with the lights out, he bought me my first night light.
By Annelise Lords 4 years ago in Fiction
KatieBlane's 3 Letters to the Condemned
Katie Blane's 3 Letters to the Condemned Liars, Thieves, Witches 1. Letters from myself, Katie Blane, to Family, Friends, the Falsely Accused, our Watchers and Keepers; and the Liars, Thieves and Witches I've had the pleasure to know.
By David Parham4 years ago in Fiction
When the rain falls down
I think it is clear to say that everyone has experienced and knows what those few moments before waking up are like. A reality where everything feels both imaginary and real at the same time. Those moments that we only see for a mere few seconds a day, were becoming hours within my mind. My body was in a deep sleep, but my mind was scratching away at the sides of my old desk that resides in the corner on the north wall of my bedroom. My mind was at the metal bar top in the pub that Aine and his partner ran. Though, they were never normal. They never would be and never seemed of the sort. Something was always off. Ear splitting vices from drunken fools without faces. Whispers that formed into yelling tales of pain I will follow into. The sights of blood coming from the walls, the bottles and the small drips that fall from my eyes when I do some how find a mirror. Though, everything gets foggy after
By virtual. demon4 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 8
"I don't understand. If the Office of Special Investigation is privy to all of this, why didn't they do something? "Ma'am, in our 'civilized society,' our Government can't arrest our citizens without evidence. Even if they are suspects, we still need proof."
By Annelise Lords 4 years ago in Fiction