Mystery
Job
Her eyes slowly scanned the seas of strangers. She sat at the edge of the stool, one foot perched on the rung, one bouncing softly. It was slower than usual today. A few small groups here and there, a few couples on dates. It was only a Thursday after all, not many decide to go out to a bar this late. She shook her head softly as her eyes went back to the drink in front of her. Small drops had formed down the side as the glass condensed, the color of the liquid within seemed to swirl at the water mixed. “I shouldn’t have come” she thought to herself. It was nearly 10pm, he was supposed to be there at 9- she arrived by 8:45pm. Her motto in life was 15 minutes is on time, on time is late, and late is... well... you get the point. And the point was: He was late.
By Colorful Chaotic4 years ago in Fiction
Real Dreams
This day was like any other over the years before, except for the feeling of discontent. Molly wanted to go to the new world. She wanted to snatch up all it had to offer and more. They called her "New Money". She never liked that term. The term that told a story of her past, the one that meant so much to her before her mother had sold her to the man, she now calls her husband. Not that he was a bad man.... she just didn't love him. She longed for the country again, the feeling of the cold ground beneath her feet. The grass between her toes and the hair from the willow tree falling lightly in front of her face as she walked underneath it. That was the feeling of home. Her hope was that by traveling like so many others to this new world, she might find that feeling again. Lost in the memory of what was she didn't hear her husband call her name, "Molly, molly sweetheart come along! We are going to miss our ride.", James called from the carriage. Molly turned her head to face this monster of a ship. She was ready for a change, but she felt apprehensive at the same time. Everything in her body was screaming at her not to board the ship. She did not understand. She wanted this, so why was every fiber of her being telling her not to? They called the ship "unsinkable" that had to stand for something. Right? So, Molly sluffed off the feeling and headed with James by her side to the boarding dock. Once on-board Molly and James were directed to their room, and promptly introduced to the crew, walking around on a tour of the behemoth of a ship they now stood on. The ship that would leave a scar in our history, never to be erased. Molly walked around taking in the biggest ship known to the world. The Titanic. The ship that was called "unsinkable" just 4 days before tragedy. These days were spent in peace and happiness, with dreams of the future. Elegant dinners and high society. Beautiful surroundings and fake people. Molly didn't care though; she was just as content not speaking to them. She only did it for James. Who she believed really did love her and in time she could learn to love him too. When Molly and James went to bed that night they never could have imagined what lay ahead. Molly didn't understand why but for some reason that feeling came back to her, the fear and anxiety of the ship itself. Why? She followed her normal nightly routine of getting ready by brushing her hair and getting her nightgown. She lay down next to James and he put his arm around her in a spoon. She felt his warmth and let it comfort her. Sinking into him. She closed her eyes and let go of the day that had played out in front of her. As she drifted off to visit the sandman, she thought she heard screams? Was that correct...."No she must be hearing things." she thought. At that she was gone, lost in the world of dreams. Then violent vibrating, frantic knocking at the door, she was hearing screaming now. Fear....just fear. There was something in the corner of her room. She stared. Trying so hard to focus on what it was that she was seeing. It looked like a human but not. Black in color, taller than any man she had ever seen before but a man shape none the less. It almost seemed to stare back at her. She took a step closer, never removing her eyes from this figure. (She had seen them before. They usually hid around a corner peeking at her from the shadows. She chose to ignore them and continue her day. James never knew.) It stood firm. "What do you want?", She thought loudly at this thing. Words filled her brain; she had an answer. "It must be done." Molly blinked. She thought again, "What must be done?" Nothing....no answer Again, "What must be done? Answer me! She demanded in thought, "What is happening?" Molly was not sure how to take this answer. She had never "spoken" to them before, if that's what you wanted to call it. Another violent shake and she was being told to go upstairs. She couldn't do it though, nobody else saw this thing but her. How could that be? As Molly turned, she could see her James lying in bed as if nothing had happened. As if there had been no violent shaking in her room, no screaming from nearby and no pounding on the door. Then it went quiet, time seemed to slow, and she could hear nothing as she moved her eyesight back to the figure from her husband's still form. She heard that same voice in her head as before, " I do not control what happens Molly. I cannot create nor prevent this event from unfolding, fate is what is at work here and in this you shall be remembered, you will never die. We are all here Molly." But Molly had not considered being a legend, in fact she didn't want that. She just wanted to make it to the new world. She wanted to fulfill her heart's desire. Home. Before she even understood what was happening, she was standing on the main deck. Everyone was scrambling to get to a lifeboat, to get off the ship. As Molly looked around, she could see so many of these dark shadow people. Most of them standing by a single person. They did not move from the person they had choose. Staying close by with a hand on a shoulder or around a waist. Molly did not understand, she was so confused about all this. Molly felt hands on her back pushing her towards one of the lifeboats, to join the other women and children onboard. She continued to look around as she walked with one of the crew members to the safety of the lifeboat. She had never seen so many of these beings before. She could not even count them. Molly tried to stop but the hand on her back would not allow her to do so. She approached the edge of the vessel and was told to step up into her salvation. She would not die tonight. As she sat down tears filled her eyes, where was James? She had not thought about him since she had appeared on deck. Thats when she realized how much she really did love her husband. He had become her best friend. Despite all the chaos, her world went quiet again and she felt heavy drops exit her eyes and run down her cheeks, flowing freely down her face as she remembered the feelings 4 days before. Molly could not breathe; her chest was tight, and she could not relax enough to think straight. So, she closed her eyes to center herself and that's when she swore, she could her James. Her husband's amazing voice talking to her. She felt a hand on her face and lightly she heard her name again in Jamese's voice. Molly opened her eyes and was face to face with her husband. There was no lifeboat. She no longer sat in the middle of the ocean. Molly now found herself in the carriage next to James. He looked so different to her now. Now that she knew her life would be forever changed. Molly leaned into her husband and kissed him softly. Stepping out of the carriage, she faced her fate. Even though she knew it would end in tragedy Molly was prepared. She took a deep breath and proceeded on with James by her side. Olivia lifted her head and took a breath. She knew reading Candice's diary was wrong, but she had to know what was bothering her daughter so much. Now that she knew the truth of what Candice had been going though, she had to help her baby. Candice, her beloved daughter was once the "unsinkable" Molly brown. Olivia knew this in her heart. Both of their lives would change, but first acceptance.
By Lonnie Compo4 years ago in Fiction
Mary Holmes goes Missing
It was very windy and warm for the season. Mary had been officially missing for three months. She went to the grocery store one morning and never returned. This had family and the small village of Oak Ridge upset all summer and now that fall was here most had begun to think of her in the past tense. Everyone was moving on with their lives as people do. This included her three young adult children. Her oldest Janice was packing to return to college in the east. The middle child Todd was a senior at St. Mary’s College and her youngest Elise was preparing to graduate from Amherst Technological School in the area. Elise was still putting up new flyers weekly asking people to look out for her mom and going to the police station every other day trying to find out if there were any new clues.
By Hadayai Majeed aka Dora Spencer4 years ago in Fiction
Denver Airport: The Symbology Hidden in One of the Most ‘Sinister’ and ‘Disturbing’ Places on the Planet
Will Denver International Airport be one of the essential Illuminati sanctuaries in the world? Will its murals reveal the prophecies of what they have planned for the world? What messages are hidden in the time capsule under the Masonic plaque?
By Rocio Becerra4 years ago in Fiction
The Yellow Hibiscus Chapter 4
Are you sure you don't want me to call someone?" he persisted, sighing at my statement. He was leading me down the path of temptation. For a moment, I felt as if I was in a shrink's office, and Ari was on a chain being dangled before my eyes, luring me to call him. Right now, he was the forbidden fruit, and Eve wasn't here. I quickly averted the thought, hoping to dispel his memories to the deep recesses of my mind.
By Annelise Lords 4 years ago in Fiction
Her Deepest Secret
VANCE It was half-past ten when he saw her, this gorgeous woman with a stark air of mystery. Foreign in every way, it almost seemed strange to see her in the city. Not the soft strange like the pistachio and lavender scented candle you’re gifted on your birthday, but the hard kind of strange that made every eye divert in its direction and linger. She wore an oversized hoodie and a ‘black lives matter’ mask to hide her face, but he could still see her freckled cheeks and chuck hazel eyes from his vantage point. The brown heels of her black boots sent echoes across the pavement. The sound waves caught his attention, but her allure drew him in. He continued to watch her as he stood outside smoking a cigarette near the Waffle House on Canal Street. His eyes never wavered as she darted across traffic causing a Black Mazda to slam on their brakes and honk their horn in a long rhythmic screech highlighting their annoyance. The mystery woman didn’t look backward, her attention focused on the Broad Streetcar coming in the near distance. He took a long drag on the end of his cigarette and wondered what a woman like that would be doing out this late in an unfamiliar city alone. So, he decided to follow her.
By Brandie Goff4 years ago in Fiction
