Mystery
Nothing New Beneath the Sun
The sun blazed overhead so much that the sand itself seemed to radiate a steamy heat that added to the scorching temperature. Marisol Ramirez had awoken early that morning knowing that the day would soon become a blistering inferno. The heat in the desert of Iran was not like the heat of other deserts. In this place it seemed to cook one alive even beneath the shade of canvas meant to protect the inhabitants from the harmful effects of the sunrays. Dressed in khaki shorts, and a white tank top Marisol looked like the average archaeologist working on an average day dig, but something about this day was different. It was as if the very air itself held a mystical quality that spoke of the strange outcome the afternoon would unveil. The crew had been working the dig for two months already, and so far they had come across several different relics, but nothing extremely fascinating.
By Sai Marie Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
What Autumn Took Away
It was a cold day, and fall was starting to tint the leaves brown, painting a warm picture, as chimneys vented black smoke and the sewers drew white lines in the cold, autumn days. James was preparing to close off his coffee shop, when he was approached by two men. They were dressed in charcoal suits, with long coats and fedoras that hid any facial feature above the lips. One of them looked old, about 40 or 45. The other one however, looked much younger. 'A novice?' thought James. He knew why they were here, there was no point in resisting.
By Writing For Me4 years ago in Fiction
The Pebble's Game
Tap tap tap Three in succession. It used to be that such a noise would bring her comfort, as the small pebble hitting sharply against the delicate glass pane greeted her and guided her to its master down below. Even now, memories crept their way past her defenses and up to the surface of her mind. Memories of sliding through the window, falling blissfully as the wind rose up to meet her, and two arms catching her before she could unite with the earth in a fatal embrace. Most would be horrified by such a descent, but knowing what awaited her below made the fall feel as though she was floating. She knew no danger would reach her as long as those faithful hands remained outstretched.
By Bianca Jeanette4 years ago in Fiction
On the Edge
Her hair fanned out around her as she fell. Her body as light as a feather, floated off the edge of the cliff. The woman was devastatingly beautiful, eyes like warm honey met Hannah's and all she could see in them was sadness. There was no fear to be found in their depths. Not as she reached her arms out and fell backwards.
By No One’s Daughter4 years ago in Fiction
The Book Hound
This was how he liked to spend his birthday, a fresh brew of his favorite coffee and an adventure book in his hands. There was nothing different today than any other Saturday morning for the past twelve years. He came to Hound's Books and Café every week, and the associates knew him by name and mood. Based on how he dressed himself that week, they were in tune with his feelings. Today was a loafer and white pocket polo day, that's how he celebrated, and that's what Horace liked about this place, the friendly staff and the peaceful ability to get lost in a book. One book a week for twelve years.
By Frank Brennan4 years ago in Fiction
Who Am I?
Happy birthday to you... the sound is filled with laughter. But, Kori's mind is far away from birthday celebrations. He has four billion questions and the people who can answer them are all deceased. Why did these people have so many secrets? They took things to their graves and then they left no clues. Kori just turned 33-years old and his entire left was built on what he thought he knew. Then six-months ago a private investogator showed up at his door and his world was turned upside down. Everythgin he had told people about himself was basically a lie. Yes, he was rich and successful. But the things he thouhgt he knew about his family, no one shred of it was what it seemed. Now he was trying to celebrate his birthday and couldn't drag himself out of bed. With his forearm draped over his eyes blocking the sunlight that shown through the curtain of the hotel room. He was at a loss. Was he going to explain his mood to his wife or just pretend nothing was wrong as he had been doing all these months?
By Darlene Williams-Prades4 years ago in Fiction
Searching for Scarlet - Part 4
Chapter 15 Sandi Lords Journal Sun 2nd April This morning Scarlet is out for her run for at least two hours rather than her usual one. When she gets back looking sweaty, red faced and injury free, our conversation goes something like this:
By Rob Watson4 years ago in Fiction
Mightier than the Sword - Part 2
Chapter 7 Six people were in a hotel room in Los Angeles, before that night none of them had met. ‘I guess that leaves me,’ one of the four males of the group said. ‘My name is Don Burton. Listening to you guys introduce yourself and tell your story has been emotional. I wish I could say I had a similarly heart wrenching reason for being here. To be honest though I just love violence, and of course killing people is the ultimate violence, therefore my favourite kind. That really is all you guys need to know about me, so I reckon it’s time for our party,’ Don added then looked at Scott who had arranged the get together.
By Rob Watson4 years ago in Fiction
Searching for Scarlet - part 7
Chapter 27 When they got to the UCLA campus Sabine and Jordan wanted to speak to one man in particular, Professor Hughes. He was in class when they got there, but they were allowed to wait in his office. They only had to wait for about half an hour or so, but it felt like a tortuously long time to both of them, because they were so keen to question him.
By Rob Watson4 years ago in Fiction
