Mystery
Death From Above
Spinning. Her head was spinning. There was only darkness and the alien symbols floating around in her head. Spiraling out of control in a void of nothing, with no sense of what was happening or even a conscience thought. Suddenly, she jolts awake and gasps loudly as she does so. The light was blinding at first, but her eyes soon adjusted. Amelia Kellian sat up in her bed and looked around. She was back in her room. She wasn’t sure why, but it did bring a slight relief. That is, at least, for the moment.
By Stephen Portis4 years ago in Fiction
The White Noise of Ashes (Three)
THREE It was a furry looking building. Nestled in a little grove astride highway two, the Holloway Motel was notorious for being about as low maintenance as you could get. It had been cobbled together in the seventies, but fell into disrepair long before Jesse was born. That was how he always pictured it: Sidewalks cracked, shutters peeling paint, the whole place appearing ready to collapse into rubble if you slammed a door too hard. In the humid Pacific Northwest air, moss had soon started forming along the exterior. It gave the building the impression it was transforming into a key-lime werewolf. Nowadays, the only people who stayed at the Haul-away Motel were just passing through town in search of something better.
By Russel Barrie4 years ago in Fiction
Dare To Run
During a dark and dry night, Kevin sat in a tree, flashes of his broken childhood invading his senses as he sat there. Even so, he couldn't complain too much since he had such an amazing view. Despite being at the perfect distance from her house, he was close enough to see every inch of her through his binoculars, but far away enough that she wouldn't be able to see him through the windows. He tracked her movements throughout the house as he held the binoculars to his eyes. Throughout the house, she bounced and flowed, and Kevin realized that there was not a single window obstructed by a blind or curtain. It was like she was performing. Nobody lives like that unless they want to be seen. Kevin had worked on dozens of cases where girls just like him believed themselves above such precautions. The girls believed they did not need to be worried. There, through clear, well-lit windows, they danced, just like she did, taunting the world, taunting him. While he remembered his beautiful Mother dancing in his childhood home before she left, Kevin took a deep breath as he recalled the last time he saw her. In comparison to his mother, those two beautiful girls were so focused on themselves, just as she was, oblivious to the impact they had on others, content to go about their own business while leaving permanent scars in the hearts they loved. Ashley would not be an exception to this rule, as they always got what they deserved. They would put on their little show and disappear before the encore. As he sat in her audience, he studied her closely. When she was getting ready for bed, she put on a baby blue pajama bottom and a flimsy tank top. In fact, she might as well have been wearing nothing at all. As soon as she was dressed, she started dancing to whatever music filled her life, and her tank top did not restrict her breasts in any way. She was practically inviting men like Kevin to stare at her body, stare and yearn for her, just so she could reject them.
By Jessica Bensen4 years ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life
“Now I know you want to take me alive but I want to know why” I turn slowly to look at each individual person before I face the one I assume is in charge. He is wearing a badge on his uniform unlike the others and his face seems to be more cruel. When he doesn’t open his mouth to speak I push down on the trigger slightly and that seems to startle the group. Even the leader falters a little. “Someone better speak up.”
By Terri Allen4 years ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life
Samson is blocking the front door, he’s trying to keep me here. “You can’t leave, if they don’t get you they will kill me. They won’t hurt you, they promised!” He steps forward to try and grab me so I throw myself over the banister to try and escape. I don’t stick the landing as my trainer lands on a broken piece of ceramic and I fall. My hand lands in a shard of glass and I yelp in pain.
By Terri Allen4 years ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life
Without wasting a second I jump out of bed and change into the exact outfit I wore on my previous attempt to make it through this tiresome day without dying. I feel no need to check my phone calendar as I shove it into the zip up pocket on my leggings.
By Terri Allen4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 8
Disclaimer: This story has multiple parts. To read the previous part, you can click here. I hung my shopping bag over my wrist as I ran out the front doors and across the parking lot back to my car. The parking lot didn't feel this big when I first arrived. My eyes wandered everywhere for Ace. I felt like screaming out his name, but what if Rev was still here and was able to hear me? If it really was him who was supposedly standing behind me, there was no way he would have been able to get too far away. The thought of him standing behind me gave me the chills; the breathing on my neck, the unknowing that he was there all along.. I hurried back to my car as quick as I was able.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
