Mystery
Hot Water
With far too many things in her hands–per usual–Mariah struggles to unlock her door. As she juggles the bags in her hands, she accidentally activates the singing welcome mat her neighbors have outside their door. While it is seasonally appropriate, complete with a reindeer that has a string of lights tangled in its antlers, it is awfully loud… especially when trying to tiptoe in late in the evening. But this was no matter, as her neighbors are on vacation for three weeks.
By Ashanti Pettaway4 years ago in Fiction
A Guide Home
A GUIDE HOME When I found the shape of a third heart-shaped locket this time in blood; I knew the man who pushed the cart full of cans down Porter Avenue was another angel, GOD was coming and the people left were in for it. If I would have known then what I know now I would have listened more closely.
By Pamela James4 years ago in Fiction
Death of a Baseball Cap
I had spoken maybe 20 words to him in the year he had lived below me. Jeb, or maybe it was Jeff, had first introduced himself by peaking around the corner as I was mid-flight up the stairs, torn box wobbling between my dainty arms. It was the fifth of April, my move in day, but the sun against my back made it feel more like August. I quickly tried to hide the sweat seeping through from my bra line whilst I brushed him off with a friendly nod. He hadn’t budged when I returned back down the stairs.
By Golden Moon4 years ago in Fiction
Lodge Trip
A simple minded man that goes by the nickname The Farmer is driving his truck up to a small lodge in the mountainous woodlands. Tagging along with him is his daughter Abigail who is quite excited to be spending one on one time with her old man. Neither of the two had ever camped in these grounds and were ready for anything. They pulled into the lodge sometime in the afternoon, while the sun was still high enough in the sky that the lodge stuck out of the darkness of the trees easily. The Farmer parked his truck, grabbed his bags with one hand, and held his daughter's hand as they approached the front steps of the lodge.
By Sc00ter Empire4 years ago in Fiction
The City We Live In
The simple syntax of the question ‘How are you?’ expresses complex semantics. If true, you would then be under the impression that the answer to such a general question would be elusive, muddled down by the hopeless attempt to authentically express oneself through the use of a third party we call language. Despite all this abstraction, the answer to man's question was simple; Roger didn’t know. Yet, he had no way of saying such a thing. Everyone was okay; no one felt anything different. No one could ever begin to feel such an emotion without a quick fix of Imperium, and so, the varied meaning the word should elicit was lost in his response,
By Joshua Ahlers4 years ago in Fiction
Catarsis
Catarsis She was there sitting at the ballroom, staring at the window with the streetlights against it, marking the raindrops on the glass; surprisingly it was still raining and it was getting late, almost 11:00 at night, however she did not care, she just wanted to stay there, doing nothing thinking about everything, the raindrops were still moving over the glass, marking their way and crossing their paths with other raindrops, she pictured that as her life, as her present moment; she then picture her life at the orphanage, no one liking her, not even picking her as their new child, new daughter… until one day on her 18th birthday Mr. 9 came and visited her, he talked about Paris, London, and Switzerland, he did emphasize on their culture and beautiful landscapes, she remembered when he looked her into the eyes and offered her to be a spy.
By Rafael Ortega4 years ago in Fiction
Not to Conquer
The Before: When Fire Rained [Circa 2078, The Last Records Found Before the Darkness] As it rained fire around the world, the shroud of death spread, ravaging everything from cities to the Earth’s energy itself. With darkness seeping in at every edge and nowhere to go, the remaining people watched as natural disasters raged, the Earth fighting for her last breath. They had been taught of the danger that their lifestyles bore and yet, they did not listen. Climate change tore the very essence of life down to its core only to find that humans cowered in their shame. While the Earth fought and struggled, the populations of every living thing began to dwindle. Wars mattered not, corporations were toppled and just when hope of survival was nearly depleted – something shifted. Major political powers couldn’t get out of their own way, only adding to the devastation, and in their wake, there were those who stood together. Scientists congregated and turned it all off. The entire world went dark, immuring the Earth’s energy and her creations in obscurity.
By Ocean Kelly4 years ago in Fiction
