Mystery
Disappear
I don’t know when it happened. Like depression, time is a stealthy enemy, you never see it coming and you surely don’t see it pass. Suddenly the shroud is upon you and there is nothing you can do to reverse the devastating effects. I don’t know when I disappeared, when I became obsolete, when I stopped being loved or even spoken to by others. One day I just no longer mattered.
By Zane Motteler 4 years ago in Fiction
Beware the Pear
Eve basked by the bonfire, fascinated by Dario's tales of his world travel. She sipped away on the glass of William's pear brandy he had offered her. He told her of driving in the French countryside, where he saw the sun glinting off something in the orchards. Drawn to the glistening bottles, he visited the orchard and learned they put bottles over the budding pears on the tree. The pears grew inside and were harvested together.
By Mary Haynes4 years ago in Fiction
Ms. Jenny & Alexias
Hi, so I’m Alexias and I’m highly loved in the Bakari’s home, so much so I’m in every room. Also, they’re constantly bragging about how much easier their life is, now that they don’t have to deal with keeping track of everything. See I’m a pretty good multitasker. I was manufactured that way and I can’t help my greatness but that’s enough of muah. I want to share this epic adventure that took place. So quite recently, I woke up feeling like I had a blazing trail of new features. One of which the nine year old Ms. Jenny loves. Now, I’m not saying I’m an expert but she is the sassiest, sweetest, smart button I have ever known. Whenever she comes home she asks about my day and I can’t respond yet, so I just sit there as she tells me about hers.
By Karimah Peart4 years ago in Fiction
The Parting Gift
This day will remain with me forever. It was the day I finally said goodbye to my wife. It was the usual story of two people deeply in love who had kids and steady jobs whilst balancing a busy social life. But then life gets in the way if you're not looking forward enough.
By David Boatswain4 years ago in Fiction
Death From Above
Amelia was driving down the road, following her GPS. She was trying to find the place where this dreamcatchers meeting was taking place. She had to travel to the next town over, which was a town right beside a large military base. It was probably the reason Lieutenant Schwartz had a card from these people. Would that mean he will be there? She hoped not, because she would like to avoid any awkward moments with people she acted stuck up to. However, this was bigger than him or her. She had to get to the bottom of this.
By Stephen Portis4 years ago in Fiction
Frozen in Place
The Center was teeming with people. Typically, this place was a barren wasteland; the tattered wallpaper ever so slightly inching its way to the floor, the cracking foundation holding on for dear life and begging to collapse at any moment. No one liked to be in the Center if they didn't have to be, but once the United States government disintegrated, the Center took on a whole other level of despair. Every year on November 5th, begrudging daughters and heartbroken mothers trudge through the thick Minnesota snow; counting every footstep, tree branch, and snowflake as if to remember the vivid details of what could be their last day alive.
By Amelia Clarke4 years ago in Fiction
The Madonna of the Frozen Lake
On Sunday mornings, Detective Audrey Jones could be found sipping her morning coffee while reading the newspaper. It may seem strange that she would read a paper copy in the modern age of technology, but she enjoyed the texture of the paper between her fingers. She also liked to sniff them, before they reached their final destination at the bottom of her cat’s litter box. The scent of bacon, eggs, and pancake batter hovered in her kitchen as she poured water into her Keurig to prepare this particular Sunday’s brew. While the coffee pitter pattered into her favorite mug, she admired the view outside her kitchen window. In between the shadows cast by the snow laden pine trees, the rays of the morning sun gave the coating of snow in her backyard a rosy tint. Icicles dripped from the branches of the tree where they refracted the golden rays, causing them to glimmer and glow. “No need for a Christmas tree.” She murmured to her Russian Blue cat as he stretched lazily while ignoring her. Taking her breakfast platter and coffee to the table, she finally glanced at the newspaper. The bold headline read “The Madonna of the Frozen Lake” followed by a forensic facial reconstruction of a young woman who could have been used to adorn the stained-glass windows of any catholic church. Detective Jones snorted as she read the overly embellished story romanticizing the discovery of the woman’s remains. These journalists would stretch any truth if it meant more reads. From what she remembered of the crime scene; the body had been found in a dirty frozen pond off of a bumpy country backroad in the woods, not some frozen lake next to a castle worthy of a princess. Even in death, women weren’t allowed to be ugly.
By Daniela Alejandra4 years ago in Fiction
Thin
The 2nd-floor hallway of Lisha’s 3-story apartment complex penetrated her nostrils with the scent of cinnamon and apple. A deeper, satisfactory inhale revealed to her the tiniest hint of oat. For a moment, Lisha marveled at the comfort of it all. Though she stood amongst closed, uninviting doorways and silent, empty staircases, there was a tranquility she recognized within the hallway’s stillness. It was like a graveyard. Each door marked the entrance to a life she wasn’t privy to, yet she knew there was one behind it—or had been.
By Imani Talim4 years ago in Fiction
