Mystery
To Go or Not To Go?
Tossing and turning in my bed, I looked over at the alarm clock to see it read 3:20 a.m. Ugh here we go again I thought to myself. I have to get up in three hours for this big day. I knew it would come; I just hadn’t anticipated it to come so soon. I know this is why I cannot sleep for the last two weeks. And, I most certainly know that if I fall asleep, that dream will come again. I felt my eyelids get heavy as the thoughts in my head diminished to just this one dream. Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep.
By Diana Angela Chang4 years ago in Fiction
Curiosity: A strong desire to know or learn something.
I finally stopped fighting the urge, I had to know what was up with the neighbor’s garage. Even if I was charged with breaking and entering, I needed to know why that damn green light came on every night at 10:01 pm.
By Lamar Wiggins4 years ago in Fiction
Glow Stick
Once upon a time in the town of Lake Erie but not necessarily around the lake itself. There was a family whose last name was trickster. They were a family of four. You had Ronnie as the Father and Sally as the mother. Scottie was the baby boy and last but not least of them was the trickster of them all, Trixie.
By Dontavius Foster4 years ago in Fiction
Green Marks the Spot
A black duffle with the safety deposit box contents hung from my shoulder as I hurried out of the Ivory Western Bank. In my hand was the picture of Amy and a stack of documents from the closed account. I was going to need more supplies. Heeding my surroundings, I shoved the stack of papers into the side of the bag, not noticing the man watching me from his car. I quickly climbed into the driver’s seat and tossed the duffle onto the floor next to the broken marigold pot. Pulling the gun from my waistband, I placed it in the glove compartment.
By Kaneene Pineda4 years ago in Fiction
Phoenix
There is non-seasonal rain. Thunder rumbles and lightning splits the clouds into streaks of silver, black and grey. It is a perfect day for a funeral. A classic; the weather I always imagine for my own funeral. It seems fitting to herald David’s curtain-call with such inclement weather. It pleases me, though not obviously, I hope.
By Phoebe Wilby4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 1
Disclaimer: This is a story with multiple parts. You can find the previous chapter right here. We pulled into the far back of Lakemond cemetery, driving past all the old stones towards emptiness. Where she is now. Where she has been for the past eleven years. I stepped out of the car, turning my head to face my father, who stayed remaining in the drivers seat, before walking towards her stone. The cemetery always managed to freaked me out. How would it not? It's basically a large empty field filled with old rock stones sitting on top of rotting bodies that were located six feet underneath, all covered up and hidden with dirt. If it wasn't for me wanting to say one last final goodbye to my mother, I wouldn't even want to be here right now. I wouldn't even willingly want to come in here.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Death (part 5)
The end of Drina’s night had finally come to an end as she slumped into the couch in the hostel’s common room. What a draining night, she thought while resting her arm over her eyes. Ocan had already long gone to sleep, having checked on her before resting in the common room. Lulu had offered to make a meal for Drina before she headed off to bed herself. It was well past into the night, and the common room was empty and silent. Something she welcomed with open arms since her evening was spent surrounded by a constant stream of people. Who would have thought she was going to be as popular as she was? The moment the festival grounds were open and running, she had a constant stream of guests. It wasn’t bad considering she was good at what she does and the money was splendid. It was the dull and recurring questions and statements.
By Turan Turnip4 years ago in Fiction
