Mystery
H2
Halloween was a week away. Decorations were up and had already taken over the town. People were celebrating the Harvest season. Relaxed with cider. apples and doughnuts. I could not wait for the party, I was invited to. Many of my friends would be there. Even the best of Boston. The guy all the girls wanted. Johnny. It was going to be held 10 miles into the country. An abandon house with a large yard. We had a generator so there would be lots of music. Even lighting. Although the cops did not care if we hung out. Some said, they were just chicken to even go there. The town was spooked from the hearsay hauntings. There were nights, I could not sleep. Up thinking of the strange things, I had heard. I was still excited for the party. Sure things would be just fine. This was Halloween. We were going to have a blast!
By Janet Rouge4 years ago in Fiction
The Desperate Passage
Outside of the inn window, slate grey skies stretched as far as the eye could see. A dampness clung to everything that promised rain before the day was over. But none of that deterred the sailors who crawled all over the ships and the docks like so many ants on a hill. Calls from the rigging were lost to the mists, only heard by the crew within immediate proximity.
By SE Frazier4 years ago in Fiction
Gloomy Waters
Time. For everyone it's different. Most take advantage living every second open to all possibilities, while others try to grasp on tight and never let go, only to find their attempts blundered. And years and years have passed without any real progress.
By Monet Graham4 years ago in Fiction
Maritime Trance
I awoke in another world. The tide licked at my toes as it rolled in towards where I lay on the sand. I tried to breathe, and a wall of sand in my throat stopped the effort in its tracks. My eyes snapped open and I scrambled clumsily to my feet and towards the surf, retching and coughing out a mouthful of the stuff. The water lapped at my waist as I threw myself into it, collapsing into the sea. I took in gulps of salt water to flush out the sand and gasped in the cool air when I surfaced. With salt coating my tongue, I could breathe again.
By Natale Felix4 years ago in Fiction
Kansan-Mart: Part 2
Soul Suckin’ Psycho 9:30 PM - Cole stood at the regular register waiting for any last customers for the night. After waiting for another five minutes, nobody bothered to come up. He looked over at Jim, who oversaw everyone like a watchdog. Cole thought he always looked kind of lonely, since he kept his head down for seventy percent of the time.
By Connor Bichelmeyer4 years ago in Fiction
Kansan-Mart: Part 1
Hiring! Local Kansan-Mart is hiring Cashiers with a starting pay of 12 dollars an hour! Both experienced and inexperienced. Must be sixteen years of age minimum and willing to work nights. Apply in-store or online. Come be a part of the Kansan-Mart team and help bring our slogan to life! Kansan-Mart: We Beat it or Wheat it!
By Connor Bichelmeyer4 years ago in Fiction
House in my neighbourhood
Part 1 Growing up, I had always been the type of person who loved to explore and go on adventures. I was never afraid of anything. even when I planned to study abroad stay alone, I never thought that I'm going to be alone or scared no one going to help me, without my family I handle everything like a champ. Now am living in a house with a bunch of my friends that were all about doing crazy things and scaring each other. it is having a great time of my life I'm having fun enjoying myself with my friends. we do lots of things together such as watching movies, going for road trips campaign we are really having a great time all together. one of our fun activity is to go for buy some groceries and food stuff for the home on the way there is an empty house in our neighborhood, since the day we moved in there we never saw anyone. So, whenever me and my housemates pass through the house, we try to joke around spooky stories about the house, one said the drug dealers use this spooky house to hide their drugs and money. other said may be some old couple stayed there and died so no one come here now. and my theory was someone killed someone here and now her spirit haunting this house. and my theory come to life when I came to know that one of letter allegedly delivered on that address. As I can know that is a genuine mistake by an employee who misplaced the number 7 with 17 and this is how I end up in the mess that led me to solve the mystery of the house.
By Amrit Sharma4 years ago in Fiction
The Door Lock
I pressed the keys on the pad. Several times. It seemed to have taken longer, and my fingers were shaking. The moderate pressure would usually release the lock. It would take only a push on the knob, down and forward, and the door would open. Today, it did not work out that way. After a few attempts, I was standing puzzled, still on the outside, trying to think about the reason for the mystery of the unyielding door lock. I was certain the code was correct. They have not changed the numbers, otherwise I would have been given a new one. Was I? For a few moments, I tried to recall something I must have missed in my inbox.
By Katarina Glozic4 years ago in Fiction
Water's Edge
Cordelia felt like she needed to get to the cabin as quickly as possible. She had just gotten off work and was on her way to her first vacation in what felt like forever. When she finally saw it, her heart leaped, she hadn’t remembered her grandmother’s cabin being so grand. It looked like something out of a calendar. Dark wood logs stacked three stories with a wraparound porch, surrounded by the polychromatic leaves of autumn. Getting away from the coast was exactly what she needed, regardless of what her friends had to say. Living on the beach had not helped her anxiety about water. This place seemed as dry as it could get and that was exactly what she really needed.
By Raine Fielder4 years ago in Fiction
