Mystery
Mightier than the Sword - Part 6
Chapter 23 Natasha sat on a bench in Worsley, by the Bridgewater Canal on the outskirts of Manchester. Leaning right back into the bench, with her legs fully outstretched, taking in the scenery around her with a postcard in her hand. An old woman came up to her, carrying three shopping bags and sat down next to Natasha.
By Rob Watson4 years ago in Fiction
Yes. But ... No...
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
Mightier than the Sword - Part 4
Chapter 15 As they had no idea where the fourth murder was going to take place, Julia, Tony and Sabine went around to Luke’s house for another chat about the case that evening. They used the same room as last time and all sat in the same chairs.
By Rob Watson4 years ago in Fiction
Searching for Scarlet - Part 6
Chapter 25 Sabine, Jordan and the Doc were all sat in the Doc’s garden, enjoying the early-afternoon sun and taking in the glorious sea views. His two employees had been recounting all they’d come across over the last few days on Sandi’s case.
By Rob Watson4 years ago in Fiction
Searching for Scarlet
Chapter 6 Jordan was rushing his breakfast, he knew Sabine was about to knock on his door any moment. They’d arranged for her to pick him up at 9:30am and Jordan already had the impression of Sabine that she was unlikely to be late. Just as he gulped down the last of his fruit juice he heard a car horn outside his apartment, grabbed his wallet, phone, keys and Sandi’s journal that he’d printed out. Opened his front door then, before stepping out, he quickly turned round and grabbed a pair of sunglasses. Waved to Sabine with one hand whilst he closed his door with another.
By Rob Watson4 years ago in Fiction
Searching for Scarlet
Chapter 1 Dear Doctor Hall, I’m sorry to take up your time, but I think a friend of mine might be in danger. From what I’ve heard, you could be the best person to ask for help. The last few weeks I’ve noticed her become increasingly jumpy. I know she’s been having trouble with some guy for a few weeks now, but I’m worried it might be escalating into something horrifically serious. A couple of days ago she seemed totally spooked out by a piece of mail, and when I asked her about it she became extremely defensive and refused to show me the letter. Yesterday, when only I was in, a really creepy looking guy knocked on our door looking for her. I got a scarily bad vibe off him and it was his visit that persuaded me to seek help. None of this is enough to interest the police, but I thought you might like to look into it for me. I can only offer modest financial rewards, but I dearly hope that you will try to help me. If you are interested then please contact me at the email address or come to visit me at the address, both of which are overleaf. Her name is Sandi Lords and she lives with me at that address. She is about to start her third year at UCLA and has a room there too.
By Rob Watson4 years ago in Fiction
The Grinning Beast
It’s dark. It is bedtime for little Teddy. His mother was already asleep while she tried comforting him. Teddy is still wide awake and scared of the grinning beast. It always waits outside under his window during sunset. When night falls it slowly pops its head from its hiding place while it stares at him with wide glowing eyes, flashing its razor sharp teeth before he goes to sleep. It is not clear where it comes from or what it is, but it is crystal clear that it wants something. A deal that should not have been made; according to mum, that was. It first starts staring through the window. Teddy hears the foul whispers muttering "I always win" before drifting off to sleep. When he finally awakes from his snooze the beast already sits on the window sill.
By Fanni Hecz4 years ago in Fiction
Cleft Dimension
The hazmat team arrived. A girl was carried out of the home. The news crews were reporting live. Within the house, I was crawling through the thick smoke. When I stretched out my hands, I found gold coins, jewels, talismans, and rubies. The stench grew as I crawled on my belly. The house above had suddenly collapsed, like a ride at a fair—the lighthearted music playing, and then the screams when the ride pivots, bends, and crashes into the cotton candy.
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Fiction
