Mystery
Cold - A Murder Mystery
Cold Chapter 1 The Doc was sat in his favourite arm chair, reading through the newspaper reports on the previous day’s baseball games. His relaxing morning was interrupted by a frantic knocking on his front door. After considering ignoring it for a fraction of a second, he made his way slowly to the door, by the time he had reached it there had been another two lots of equally frantic knocking.
By Rob Watson4 years ago in Fiction
Fonseca Palisades
FONSECA PALISADES On old maps the road into Fonseca Palisades is marked as a dotted line. Nowadays there is no line at all. There hasn't been a road into the Palisades for a good fifty years. But in its day, in the high times before the Second World War, the popularity of Fonseca Palisades outshone the nearby town of Princess Charlotte Bay. In fact the only reason that many people came to Princess Charlotte Bay was to get to the Palisades. It was a private resort, the equivalent of Hearst's San Simeon or Edison's Mackinac Island.
By Grant Woodhams4 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery
Sometimes in retirement, I can wake up with a great storyline that I decide to try out. Well, I think it sounds great and then I think we will just have to see where it goes. My husband has the television on from the first thing in the morning until the last thing at night. I have found other ways to keep busy. However, I still get into quite a bit of his daytime television. As I said, retirement! Some of the programs that I have sat through and may just be my favorites are Monk, Dr. Mark Sloan in Diagnosis Murder, and Jessica Fletcher in Murder She Wrote.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
Yes. But No... (Part 1 & 2)
She entered the chatter-filled room yearning for an invisibility cloak; everyone slowly stopped mid-conversation with an insatiable desire to stare. She felt their whispers crawl down her spine, her mind paralyzed by the attention; she quickly scanned the room with hopes of seeing a familiar face.
By Malliha Ahmad4 years ago in Fiction
Jewels of Nephia
The Jewels of Nephi Papa Shedrick and his wife Pamelia sat on their front lawn in chairs looking while their great grandchildren played with a litter of new born puppies. The children were running around chasing chicks and little puppies almost frantic in nature. The mother of the puppies was a large German Sheppard looking almost as if she was being entertained by the sight of the six grandchildren and her puppies. Papa Shed was 92 years old and a very wise and content man who had raised a family of fourteen children. This family populated in time with over 40 grandchildren etc.
By Trevin Parchman4 years ago in Fiction
Resurrected Dream
The frantic man and woman ran to the enormous mound of tightly packed sand. It was already dark outside and the stars were just settling in to their nightly shining glory and routines. No one else was in sight, and only the sound of the lapping sea waves could be heard and the occasional whistle of the wind.
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Fiction
Unknown Abyss
Observing how individuals adjust to conditions has always been a subject of a weird obsession for me as I become more interested in the flow of order in society. But what if you turned the world upside down? I'm a sixth-form student at Christopher Whitehead who is fascinated by dystopia and has a passion for creative writing, intending to make you think.
By Zain Rehan4 years ago in Fiction
Do you ever really know someone?
This strange journey began when I was out one night in 2014 at one of my favorite local bars with a co-worker when we met this group of decently funny guys. One in particular, we’ll call him Marshmallow (because that ended up being his nickname anyway), stood out to me mostly because he was the funniest one and we just had a good vibe together. We bar hopped and ended the night with exchanging numbers and that was that.
By Desiree Lozano4 years ago in Fiction
The Fortune Teller
Hailey knew she turned heads. She also knew it wasn’t because she was a great beauty. It had more to do with the upward tilt of her chin, the confident lift of her shoulders. She had an air about her that said, “I’m confident in my own skin. Life is good and good things are going to happen.”
By Bebe King Nicholson4 years ago in Fiction
Unreliable Witness (a serialized novel - Part 4)
Meghan did not admit the accident had caused her eyes to widen when she read the headlines, but only piqued her interest from a human loss point of view. She hadn’t worked a marine accident in nearly four years, not since she’d taken a planned sabbatical and moved to Cornwall to be with Sarah, whose life was then cut short, cruelly and painfully within a year, leaving Meghan stranded in a chasm of unbearable grief. She had only begun piecing her life back together over the past year and the local community, the people, and their needs, had been so key in her recovery. Her old life as a marine archaeologist with a successful freelance career seemed decades ago now, though she was still only thirty. Back then, she had all the time in the world for Judith and her passions. Now that enthusiasm felt draining.
By Elaine Ruth White4 years ago in Fiction
