Mystery
The Living Ghost
Though it looked like any ordinary house from the street, the moment one walked through Mrs. Erinn’s door they would feel they had entered a museum rather than someone’s home – either that or the storage room of a museum after it had been blown apart by an explosion then put back together in under five minutes. This could have caused many problems, and indeed it had in the past, but Mrs. Erinn rarely received visitors anymore. She wasn’t shy, nor did she harbour any particular dislike for social interaction. On the contrary, she yearned for the company of others and made every effort to be included in the goings on of the hundreds of people she was acquainted with. Yet the more she tried, the more distant people became. They just didn’t want to do things the way she did! No one understood.
By Caitlin Swan4 years ago in Fiction
The Imposter
The Imposter The cold wind had whipped a frenzy into the snow draped pines, making a sound of a fleeting yet aggressive sinister howl. Erica could not sleep as she knew the following day would be a multitude of tasks amid an environment of unruly snowmobilers. She loved her job, she loved to work, but sometimes one just needed that perfect environment and how she longed to find it one day. She had even liked her job at Home Station, a do it yourself supply store, the one with all of the nonexistent employees that everyone complained about. She didn’t even mind when she got moved to lumber as there was a shortage and she got to drive the forklift. Her coworkers were such fun, playing pranks on each other like putting spray foam in Matt’s locker, the who can split the smallest piece of wood on the panel say (Erica won), or watching the young kids try to light wheelbarrow wheels on fire to get them off. It was fun, but not challenging, of course, or even that eventful. What was she to do? Her marriage had failed, or was failing, she was working in an extreme environment, beautiful and friendly, provided there were no natural disasters, or any other sort. Erica just needed that break to get her writing career, not just off the ground, but well into space.
By Michele Montague Witte4 years ago in Fiction
The Beckoning
A voice beckons her. She wasn’t sure she heard the voice at first because she was too engrossed in her own thoughts. Despite listening carefully, she cannot make out who it is coming from, therefore, gaining her full attention. Shifting in her seat, she looks around to see if the people in the Cafe, or the people on the street, can hear the voice—they don’t. The voice seems to be coming down from somewhere near the ocean. Before she has time to register her actions, the girl stands up—the Cafe and her toast long forgotten—and begins walking down the cobblestone pathway towards the ocean.
By Emma Ogilvie4 years ago in Fiction
Let’s Begin with Ourselves
Range Regardens by Thomas Preston Patterson To take time considering how it is to be, on the one hand, while tuning out, on the other hand, is essentially a defensive measure.. one that we may leave behind in discerning our train of thought from an evasion of distractions, so we can conceptualize how all our creations are able to be brought about by a few of the options that have also been detected by the questnotion counsellor.
By Thomas Preston Patterson4 years ago in Fiction
Thaw Creatures
Introduction Living Conditions It is the year 2097 and almost 73% of the Polar Ice Caps have melted since the completion of "The Vast Shift". In 2032 the Earth's axis completely switched polarities and melted the glaciers. Most of what is the northern part of North America is at the North pole and under what is remaining of ice. The sun moved closer to the Earth and humans are unable to live above ground. They can soak up the suns energy and grow food in the shade, but if a living being were to step into the direct sun, they would receive major fourth-degree burns.
By Angela Gerber4 years ago in Fiction
The Killing Secret
The Killing Secret As Houston sipped his coffee, he felt the warmth go through his chest. The coffee shop was filled with people who wanted their morning dose of caffeine. Houston smiled at Alex while she spoke about her future goals. He could see the passion in her eyes; she enjoyed being a photographer. She loved helping people create long-lasting memories and knowing that she was going after what she loved was a sight to see. Houston had known Alex for the past six years, and he finally married her a week ago. They had just come back from their honeymoon in Mexico.
By Yuri Kenan4 years ago in Fiction
