Mystery

Back from the Past
The orange and purple lights of his back-up bounced off the abandoned buildings surrounding him and Officer Sahedral sighed in relief. He hadn’t believed the dispatcher when the call came over the radio about a ‘sighting of a giant prehistoric monster' in the warehouse district, but now … He’d seen it with his own eyes. It was horrifying.
By Debora Dyess4 years ago in Fiction
A Day in the Life
I wake up, my body aching and my head pounding. It seems familiar. My eyes begin to open up and slowly adjust to the bright light. By the way the sun is shining through the window it must be around midday.
By Terri Allen4 years ago in Fiction
The Secret of the Barendras
Indrajeet Bagchi stretched out in the back seat of their Toyota Innova as their father drove out of the busy Kolkata Streets to head out into the highway for Berhampore. He and his sister Abanita had to accompany the family to their ritual winter holiday to Berhampore where the family would gather and reminisce the family’s roots in neighboring Bangladesh and how they were forced to migrate to Kolkata after partition in 1947. His father had excitedly told him about a great uncle returning from a visit to Rajshahi and the new discoveries he had made. Indrajeet didn’t expect much except a few more new stories about how their ancestors had diversified from Land ownership to River piracy along the Padma River.
By Partho Choudhury4 years ago in Fiction
MAN MADE 5
SETTING DR. LOWINSKYS OFFICE Scene opens in the computer lab where the back up data is at 99.7 percent in the blurred background Lilith and Nuk run out of the simulation room to call the police. The computer says completed and it says “uploading into brain” the system makes a sound and electrocutes Lows unconscious body. Lows body begins to shake as his melanin skin is turned white, he loses color in his lips turning pale and begins to recede at the edges making him smile. Lows eyes loses color turning them milky white and the skin surrounding them turned black, his hair stands up on straight. Low begins to vibrates really fast until he’s ripped through his clothes leaving his red under armor. Low continues to shake even after the machine stops, he eventually stops then there is a silence in the room until there is a sound from outside the window.
By La’Garyus Bonney4 years ago in Fiction
Encrypted
Ten more minutes until the weekend could begin. Tamia enthusiastically wrapped up the last phone call lingering in her queue. Praying the call would be complete in six minutes or less, she was happy to find herself and the customer working together to resolve the issue. A glance at the lower right-hand corner of her computer displayed the time proudly.
By Andrea Tumblin4 years ago in Fiction
Inside the box
It’s the worst thing ever, waiting for one’s mother. Scrawny Timmy Dawson hung on his mother’s arm like a baby chimp and moaned.
By Meagan Dion4 years ago in Fiction
WINTER
Simon's drive to work in winter was always boring, bland and colourless, except for her piercing green eyes. He'd seen the girl before, many times, always in the same place and always seeming to stare into him as he passed her by the side of the road. She used to have her thumb out trying to hitch a ride into town, but lately, she seemed to stand there limply staring at him. Always in the same spot, he noticed, never further up the road and she was always gone on his drive home.
By Matt Loftus4 years ago in Fiction
8:32 PM
Friday, May 24,2013, started like every other Friday. Awake, shower, coffee, dog out, dress, off to work. This Friday after work I was picking up two of my 5 grandson’s to spend the weekend. Nothing new there, except these visits allowed them to see their mom. Bipolar off meds, addicted to Opioids, and running a muck but never missed a visit sober clean with her children. She had 4 beautiful children. Three boys, one girl. To tell my story, her story we must travel back in time to reach 8:32 pm May 22, 2013. The day that changed our lives forever. Will you join me on this journey of life, mystery, murder, grief and healing?
By Julia Jacobs4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Old Chokey
Despite it being the middle of summer the weather had decided to rise to the occasion and provide a grey, miserable and misty day for the funeral. Harry hadn’t spent much time in his home town in the past decade and the monotony of the surroundings today matched his embedded memory of the place. He was now sat in the silent living room of his childhood home with two of those he had left behind. Opposite him was his father Ed, the past few days had aged the already old man even more and his ancient black suit did little to help make him look any less old. Next to him was his older brother, 15 years his senior he too was looking far older than he had when they saw each other during their last fleeting Christmas visit. Harry struggled to keep his eyes off his father who despite his stoic expression looked like a dam at breaking point.
By Simon Curtis4 years ago in Fiction
One Dark Night Part One
One Dark Night One thing was certain: she had to get the hell out of there, the dark damp room she found herself in. But she was chained, like a dog. Worse. Her feet, her hands —
By Michelle Renee Kidwell4 years ago in Fiction
BBQ Challenge Time
The sun is peeking over a grove of pear trees. Ike pulls the black F350 up to their BBQ challenge spot with the smoker in tow. Shanice jumps out of the truck to help him with parking.
By Mandy Jo4 years ago in Fiction
Corridor.
I shift uncomfortably on the hard ground as the sound of rushing whirls around me, a gentle breeze moving the air in contrast to the loud noise filling my ears. I open my eyes hesitantly, blinking to attempt to clear my vision. I sit up quick, noticing I’m not in my room where I thought I was. Rubbing my eyes, I attempt to clear them and feel a grainy sensation all over my face. Sand? Where am I? I look down at my hand, squinting in the darkness, and see billions of tiny black and white crystals, barely visible in the dark cavern I found myself sitting in. What in the world is going on? Shaking my hand, I find myself unable to remove any of the crystals and start to look around and gauge my surroundings. Everyone always told me that my eyesight was way better than it should be, especially in the dark, almost superhuman. Even with that help, though, I found myself unable to see anything but my own body, and a tiny pinprick of light seemingly far off in the distance. Looking down at my legs, I can see they also have the crystal sand covering them, but as I brush my hand down the length of my leg it falls off, to reveal skin that I’d not seen before. My leg looks pink, soft, almost like a newborn baby. Definitely not the scarred, freckled legs I’m used to. I brush away the rest of the granules from my legs, then brush my hands together, watching the shower of crystals fall to the ground. I move my hands to my temples, gently rubbing them, trying to figure out what is going on. I look again towards the tiny, white light, straining my eyes to try to make out something in this dark abyss, but even after giving my eyes time to adjust to the darkness, it was me, and that damn light. Frustrated, I tried to stand to investigate, almost immediately hitting my head on the ceiling of wherever I was. Ow! I wince in pain and shrink back down to my knees, swearing I feel the ceiling lower and brush against my unruly hair. I reach my hand, gingerly, to where the ceiling should be, and stare in amazement as my arm completely extends, not encountering any surfaces. I keep my arm extended and sweep down and around me, not finding any other surfaces. Confused, I pull my legs to my chest, head to my knees, and desperately try to remember anything before this moment.
By Erica Mays4 years ago in Fiction