Mystery
A Mindless Soldier
I told him not to go, but he was determined to ruin my life. He was determined to ruin our joy, and peacefulness that surrounded our minds. I was not there when it happened, but it was as if I was. The whole story laid out in front of my eyes, I tried to shield it from them but my brain carved out a path for me to maneuver through.
By Madison B. 4 years ago in Fiction
Whispers Through the Family
Prologue I had been privileged by being born DeLanie DeCozzori, and I had also been protected. As the firstborn daughter of Francisco DeCozzori, I had recently been disengaged to a doctor from Florence, Italia whom my father seemed to delight in, but after finding the mass assortment of photos on his hard drive, I was certain getting out from under that bullet was probably a blessing in disguise. My eyes slid down to my fingertips as I looked over my fresh manicure. I sighed as I listened to the Priest going through the motions. The fact that Michael DelSantiago had wound up dead was certainly no surprise, but I wasn’t going to let on that I knew that. With my mother to my left and my eldest brother to the right, I sat in silence as the Priest continued his speech,
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Keen Senses
With my eyes closed, I inhale through my nose. I smell something bitter. Something that makes my mouth water. Metallic in my mouth and delectable. I smell and taste blood. The body must be close. I keep my eyes closed, afraid to open them and face the world around me. I hate this part of my job. Having to break the news to the families that are holding out for good news. This body has been lifeless for almost a week. The blood smells fresh but cold.
By Rachel Nelson4 years ago in Fiction
The Lads
Where It All Began “What the hell happened here guys?” Mike said, laying his head in his hands. “How could one night get so out of control that you all could let something like this happen?!” he said, holding back his tears. Mike was fighting off showing his emotions. Usually, anger would come into play, but not today; not in a situation such as this. The lads all came to him for help. He was basically their leader; if anyone could help them it was him.
By Sharon Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Cobblestone Journal
Jigna was walking slowly down the cobblestone street downtown near where she had grown up. The sky was quite gloomily overcast. The neighborhood was eerily quiet. Jigna had nothing in particular on her mind. She just needed some fresh air, as she was tired of being cooped up in the house for too long. She glanced up and saw a leather journey on the curb. No one was in sight, so she picked it up and flipped to the front but didn't see any names. She flipped to the back and still saw no one's name. She closed the journal, walked over to a nearby park bench, sat down, opened the journal to the middle and began to read...
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Fiction
Closer Than You Think
Chris was anxious with anticipation as she sped down the deserted highway. It was around 3 am and she was the only car in sight. She was quiet with her thoughts, thinking things through. She peered into the rear-view mirror and saw how aged she looked. Her caramel skin was ashen, her hair was a frizzy mess, and her eyes twitched. She looked like she hadn’t slept much and doubted she would get any when she finally got to where she was going.
By Diahanna H.4 years ago in Fiction
The Messenger
Bashir laid in bed, book in his lap, lamplight buzzing and flickering ever so slightly in the distance beyond his window. It was just like any other night, home, alone, waiting for something and waiting for the world to shift and for him to no longer be afraid. Then maybe Bashir could leave, go outside the walls of his tiny apartment. But until that day, here he sat under the covers, a spot worn into his mattress from his stagnant movement.
By A. A. Achibane4 years ago in Fiction
The strange yellow rose
The end was close. The air was crispy and fresh while the last days of the Indian summer kissed goodbye to us with its remaining warm rays. I was hanging out with three of my mates, messing about as usual, playing some rounds of cards before heading off to home. Not so long a familiar face greeted us that we had not seen for a long while. It was Sam.
By Fanni Hecz4 years ago in Fiction
How To Summon a Beast
In a flurry of tears and shouts, the rain fell. It battered the sidewalk until every cigarette for two miles washed down a storm drain. Most slept soundly during thunderstorms, but the rain made Elijah’s skin crawl as if every pitter-patter was made of dropped needles, every rumble a dead man's moan. How was anyone to sleep in this?
By Chelsey Louise4 years ago in Fiction
Captain Dick
Richard Francis Burton spent the majority of his youth enlisted as a Calvary officer for the British Military. After enlisting at the age of eighteen he spent ten years on various deployments mainly to the East, Indian, and Middle Eastern countries. He prided himself on being the very best at everything he did. A strong, and virile young man he was regarded by women as being the playful, and non-assuming sort who flattered them so they seemed to fall at his feet. After the first 5 years of his military service, he was titled as Captain and later knighted for his efforts.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
