Mystery
ID
THE ASSEMBLY CLOSED the last of it’s record files long drawn for final summary, went off screen and before Sue Lynn could stand from her seat at the rosewood conference table, the room had cleared. The long weekend promised to be a good one, a four-day holiday. She stepped out of the elevator and out into the corridor toward her own car… BMW Convertible. Her ticket had a deadline and she would not be late.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse
Timothee Roberts occupied an empty home, but a cluttered mind. The lighthouse stood alone, surrounded only by the sounds of waves crashing against the rocky shore, and the hiss of the tea kettle that warmed Timothee’s body once a day at the precise time that a single beam of light shone through the smallest window at the top of the wall. The tea never seemed to last more than even a sip. He finished it in one gulp, but even the one swallow was enough to put his mind at ease and silence the constant chaos within him. Being alone wasn’t something Timothee had chosen, but it was something he had grown used to.
By Maria Wallisch4 years ago in Fiction
Time: The Amalgam
Entry 5: I Am About To Rest...The Time Is 5AM I had been walking for days, resting at erratic points along the way. Under the shelter of any nearby ruin I had contained myself, concealing my features and supplies with nerve-wracking review. I had a close call a few days ago, and since then my efforts have been forced to adopt a painstaking delicacy.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Fiction
Godfrey
In the faint distant you could hear the whimper of a small child. As we sit hidden in the woods, we check over our weapons, our devices and make sure that we are in communication with our team at the base. “How many men can you see in imaging?” Lewis asks, speaking softly into his headset. Lewis is our team leader. He has been with us since we were in our infancy and his loyalty knows no bounds. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for us. “Five on the first floor, eight on the lower floor. The boy is with the main target and the Martinez’s are lined up along the south facing wall. Jacob has scanned the area and no alarms or cameras are visible but proceed with caution. The images are being sent to you now. Mind your fire and get them out unharmed” a voice with authority bounds through the small headsets in our ears. The voice I know all to well as the one in my head. Always pushing me to do better and always making me feel less then what I am. Markus Godfrey, my older brother doesn’t work in the field anymore. He gave that up to run the operations from headquarters and front the IT firm that my parents built when we were children. It took a lot for him to step back but he had too. Someone had to run the show when my mother died. It fell on him to continue her legacy. “Copy that.” Lewis replies, motioning for the rest of the team to huddle together. Lewis and myself are joined by Samantha, Edison and Craig. Markus sent in his best agents on this mission. This happens to one of those cases that our little operation was made for. A man by the name of Sico Vantino was holding a family of five hostage inside. Nothing new for the Spanish/American millionaire who, when he’s not making trades on the stock market, is abducting and murdering whole families for his own sick and twisted pleasure. When we took this case, Markus briefed us as a team and we sat in a dark room as we watched footage of one of his family annilations.
By Judith Staltari4 years ago in Fiction
Crooked
The alarm buzzed at 5:30 am, as it always did, and I slipped out of bed to make my way to the shower. As the steam surrounded me, the hot water pouring over my skin, I began, as always, to whisper their names. Some might say that I remembered them – their faces, the sounds of their pleading voices – as a form of punishment. Some might say that I remembered them because I felt guilty. But it wasn’t guilt or regret that kept them in my mind, because I felt no remorse.
By E. M. Otten4 years ago in Fiction
Dark Shadows
It was a cold, chilly night in Belevir, a small village in Russia. This was one of the oldest villages of Russia, which was previously dominated by Americans. After an all out war around 100 years ago, the Russians dominated and captured the village. At the center of the village, there was a huge mansion.
By Raihan Siddiqui4 years ago in Fiction
Writer's Curse: (Or A Turbulent Mind)
Then… The sign twisted gently in my hand and softly landed back against the panel glass door, ‘CLOSED’ would now greet people as they approached the shop. It would do so for some time I presumed, until a new owner could be found at least.
By Savannah K. Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
