Mystery
The Aegean Cat
Eleanor Sagona was a young woman of small stature, quick wit, and wild hair. She and her brother were forces of nature encased in soft flesh woven of sunlight and dark wheat. Lou thought they belonged in the countryside; they always smelled like open fields and wildflowers. It was one of the many oddities Lou had noticed since the siblings had appeared in her seventh hour gym class. The most notable of said oddities being that she could have sworn she’d never seen either of the siblings before 2:15 on November 4th but by all other’s accounts, the two had lived in Franklin all their lives. The second most notable of said oddities being that they were, in fact, forces of nature, in a town where Sunday papers were still delivered and a wild night meant there had been a six-pack of Bud Light present. And the third most notable of said oddities was that the pair did not receive the Sunday paper or participate in any aforementioned wild nights. As far as Lou could tell the siblings spent their time in one of three ways; attending school, walking to or from school, or quietly piddling away in their home (that only the two of them ever entered or exited) between school hours.
By Rebekah Elisabeth4 years ago in Fiction
Guardians in Black
I am always fascinated by how low the birds fly considering the danger of the busy city down here on the ground. For birds, there are lingering threats like the tall trucks, with their diesel engines roaring and cherry pickers stretching as high into the sky as the pigeons that fly over-head, spreading and constricting in perfect sync, avoiding the imminent peril of splatting into the machinery. If I were a bird, I would much rather stay in the middle of the city in the safety of the trees in Central Park. Certainly, those trees have stood there and lived through more days than everyone currently hustling about in New York City. But maybe they like the chaos. Either way, they give me something to watch on my way to work at the plant.
By Morwen Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
In the Darkness there is light
It’s dark. The kind of dark that you can’t see an inch in front of your face. The kind of dark that you don’t know where you are, or if you’ll ever see the light of day. It's Bone chillingly cold. She shutters in her pale turquoise dress. A summer dress she bought to wear to the beach with William. A dress made for being in the hot sun, definitely not for arctic temperatures and dark creepy places. Goose bumps cover her arms and legs, and the hair stands up on the back of her neck. But not because of the cold; rather because of the hot breath she now feels on the back of her neck. The breath that comes from the man who is whispering in her ear, “Alone at last.”
By Amanda McGuire4 years ago in Fiction
The Vagueness
The stairs creaked beneath Faron’s feet as the room seemingly and simultaneously dropped in temperature, despite the Air conditioning unit reading 72 degrees. If this hadn’t been business as usual, Faron might have even been startled – as he was when he first moved into the studio apartment in the cool, dry Colorado climate. Faron’s cat, Lucio, sat fixated - staring into the soul of something that wasn’t quite there. Lucio finally started to meow. “It’s no use. They’re not going anywhere.” Faron said as he poured himself a bowl of cereal. He grabbed for the oat-milk and frowned upon realizing there was approximately six drops left. He let out a heavy sigh. Another trip to the grocery store was the last thing his vanishing budget needed. He had underestimated how much more costly everything would be in Colorado. “I don’t suppose you could help pitch in for rent?” He asked the void. The void did not respond. This “paid” internship was going to bleed him dry.
By Ellyana Titus4 years ago in Fiction
His House...
Anna felt the stocking split where her womanhood met the fleshy part of her thigh, and she couldn’t stop herself from cussing softly under her breath. Despite this feminine fatality, she thanked God that she was wearing her new broomstick skirt. But she had four blocks left to get home. Instead of being caressed by the familiar sounds of the neighborhood, the rattle of distant gunfire and sirens taunted her causing haste in her step. The tear in her stocking was spreading like a newly cracked windshield, both beckoning a breeze.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
Goose Chase
I found the first cypher in a dry-as-Sahara treatise on Victorian table settings. By the time I'd found the third, I'd scoured all the public libraries in the city, and was now methodically combing through each and every private library in each doge's residence - that is, their summer palace, their winter palace, and also their spring cottages and country camps and hunting lodges. And mistress' flats, and even some servants' quarters.
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Fiction
One Decision Different
Aaran opened his front door and saw that the sun had almost set completely. To the shadowy figure on his front step, he warmly welcomed him in, "Come on in. You can hang your coat here." The mysterious figure moved in like a phantom and hung his coat on the rack. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt with black, ripped jeans. "Would you like tea or coffee?"
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Fiction
