Mystery

The Never Ending End Shorts
His Eyes 'I'm turning seven today! I can't believe it!' said my very best friend in the whole world! Casey.
By Clyde Swob4 years ago in Fiction
Unhinged Reality
Unhinged reality 9 September. Highschool parking lot: I have been watching her, my beauty, my sweet and innocent Persephone. Her blond-hair shining in the sun. So beautiful, I knew she loved me the day she spoke up against the boy who taunted me. My thoughts are interrupted as two bikes enter the parking lot where she stands. Two? no! he is not supposed to be here only his brother. He is ruining my plan!
By Tenshi_poems 4 years ago in Fiction
Angel Eyes
"Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'll be fine. I feel good. You know I love driving at night--it's peaceful and relaxing. Go to sleep, sweetie."
By Jesse Bramani4 years ago in Fiction
Portal
I’ve Been Hearing Things Damn that sound! Every time I hear it, something or someone around me vanishes! At first, I thought it was just my tinnitus. It would kick up now and again and last a few minutes at the most. Then it would fade away for anywhere from a few days to a few years.
By Mitchell Coulthard4 years ago in Fiction
Spades
The reeds by the pond’s edge crinkled in the wind like muted guitar strings, and Margaret thought of the beggar who used to pluck his banjo on the corner of Fifth and Main. He’d died only last week, stabbed thirteen times between his chest and the hollow of his left collarbone, and Margaret couldn’t help but feel a little disturbed. She couldn’t remember a time when anyone had been murdered in Tinsborough. The town was so small, they’d had to send a telegram to have an investigator come all the way from Belfast when Mrs. Dallaway had found the body on her way to the bakery last Sunday morning.
By Keturah McQuade4 years ago in Fiction
LAST THING
11/20/15 “There’s always a door to be discovered by anyone and everyone”…Those were the very last words my grandmother told me before her unexpected death.
By Alex D4 years ago in Fiction
The Baker's Dozen
Among the mosaic of faded faces of small children with phone numbers on tiny strips of paper like jagged teeth was a flyer for “Revival Sundays!” It was an odd sentiment, here, in this place where hope had come to die. This waystation for the pleas and cries of parents on their knees in anguish. This place where they affixed copies of freshly created memes with captions that held no humor whatsoever. Jokes like “Have you seen me?”, “Missing since Monday” or “Please call with any information!”
By D Jay Collins4 years ago in Fiction
The Kidnapping of Scarlet James Part Three
Upon awakening, I do not see Alvin, the nurse, or Jennifer. I feel an uneasy feeling in my stomach as I search the room. At this point, I find myself tied to the hospital bed with leather straps. Before I can panic a man, I do not recognize walks in. He speaks in a low, calm voice, "Scarlet." he mutters before Alvin arrives. "I told you I am here for the girl, not you. Do not make this harder than it must be. Hand her over Alvin!" he suddenly shouts. He notices I am startled when he comes towards; however, Alvin puts his arm between the stranger and me and snaps, "And I told you, over my DEAD BODY!". The stranger chuckles and says, "That can be arranged brother.".
By E.G.4 years ago in Fiction
Judgment
He died the day he was born. Or—rather, the day he wanted to be reborn. In the cusp of time where people start swaying on their seat, eyes glazed over in muted light and fumbling hands, when there’s disregard to how many tequila shots they’ve thrown back and mouths are filled with the sour tang of vomit, he decided that enough was enough. With whiskey thick on his teeth and a viscous accent only drunk men have, he decided that alcohol doesn’t mix well with his blood. That erasing his memory every night was fun at first, but now his early adult life was only present in frames of waking up on the bathroom floor with a hand curled around a beer bottle. He paid all six months’ worth of a tab and stumbled out the door. Ice crunched beneath his boots and the streetlamps flickered seared honey, a crisp February night. A moonless night, cold and biting like a fresh glass of—no. He is definitely not thinking about entering the bar again. A heavy sigh. He waited by the stoplight, red hand haunting in the mist. There were few cars driving at this hour; two yellow eyes sliding against the icy road like a prowling coyote. He tested the word crisp in his mouth, the way the tongue rolled the word forward with hot air behind his teeth. He leaned heavily against the pole, face flushed and warm despite the weather. And because there were few cars and the stoplight made him wait for more than seven minutes, he decided to cross the street. It was a crisp February night. There was no sound except for crunching ice and skidding wheels, yellow eyes locked on its dinner, metal teeth gnawing at his bones.
By alissa 4 years ago in Fiction
That Man's Voice
THAT MAN’S VOICE A lot of people have never heard of Batesville these days, but there was a Batesville. Now it's part of Cherry Hill Twp. Batesville started as soon as you went over the little bridge at the bottom of Ellis Street, coming out of Haddonfield, heading south. As soon as you go over the bridge, you have to decide if you take the left or right fork, or, instead, you can run through the front door of that liquor store that's been sitting there since I can remember, as far back as ’62, when we moved to Haddonfield from the Heights. Anyway, that's where Batesville is, just across that little bridge that goes over what turns into the Cooper River. Yep. That little stream under that bridge is the Cooper River, believe it or not.
By Paul Evans Pedersen, Jr.4 years ago in Fiction
Advantage: Part 1
“Well, that just happened,” Christopher Harvey said, smiling from ear to ear. He scanned his watch. Six twenty-one. He looked back up at his partner in crime, the serial killer, Racquet Smasher.
By Jerome Smith-Pula4 years ago in Fiction
The Weirdest Thing Happened On The Train
The other day I was on a train from London to Brighton, when a man sat across from me and quickly proceeded to fall asleep with his head lolling forward.
By X4 years ago in Fiction