Mystery

The final chapter
Shiva lying unconscious on the bank of the Batane River, his body covered in wounds and cuts. The young boy who narrowly escaped certain death a short time ago had to compete with a vicious current. Dogs licked at his wounds all night, and flies buzzed around him. His body was drenched in mud and blood and lying helpless in the sand when the predators of the sky began hunting. A villager came to his aid immediately. He regained consciousness after an hour of medication administered by a local doctor and a few more hours of rest.
By Brandsandu4 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare into Fantasy- Part 5
It was nearly two in the morning when Parker arrived at the hospital. It had been such a draining night. The mix of emotions from his family’s kidnapping, Anthony being hospitalized, the dismemberment of his girlfriend’s finger, and the disappearance of the chocolate cake were almost too much for Parker to bear.
By JJ Sandler4 years ago in Fiction
A Summer’s Dream or a Dose of Reality
It was a hot summer day in the hills of Gallatin. The breeze was nice and cool and gave you a moment of relief from the hot air. Stacy was on the porch enjoying it when Mark came and asked her if she wanted to go into town with him. “Sure, it will give me something to do,” she said. They both walk to Mark’s Jeep, and as she opened the car door, she got this weird feeling, and a chill ran down her back.
By Natasha L Morgan4 years ago in Fiction
A Visit To Raging Bull
Visibility is low on the highway today; as the wind rages, the sand is turbulent. Dense. Traffic is at a stand-still, waiting for the storm to pass.
By A. Grace4 years ago in Fiction
Pink Room
He stood there again, the bull, statuesque in the pink room with that old wooden door that won’t stay shut. Hoof hitting the floor over and over. Heavy breath turning into a slow fog. Purple dusk of the evening creeping through the windows, purple caressing the beast’s enormous body, perfectly outlined in the dark. “What do you want?” Violet whispered with discontent. She was unsure, for he appeared each night at the same time. He seems to know of her presence but does not come close. Turning away, he saunters outside, back into the brush. Violet watches from the edge of the hall as the door creeps back to a close.
By Julia Fox4 years ago in Fiction
The Cock and The Bull
“I beg your pah-don, Mr. Larua-” “That’s Detective Larua to you, Mrs. Grimshaw,” Detective Ian Larua replied curtly as he brushed off his lapels, “And I’ll ask that you keep your gross disbelief to yourself, much as I’m sure it will be a difficulty for you.”
By Alison P4 years ago in Fiction
Lilly's Legacy
It was nearing midnight, Lilly again checked the sky, clouds covered the full moon. She smiled and sat back down, she had time. At around 3 the clouds would move on, and she would be at her destination. She had walked the trail several times in the past week, always while the clouds covered the moon, it took a bit less than an hour to get there, Lilly moved slowly these days. At three forty the tide would be coming in and she would be waiting.
By Gayle4 years ago in Fiction
Allena Abigail Burkhardt: Part 5
Oscar and Allena convened in her dim little kitchen that afternoon. She was grateful, if not rather guilty, at having encroached on his weekend. She’d called him before driving home, having carefully extricated herself from the shrub. The call with Laylor had unsettled her and she wanted more insight into Laylor’s character. She needed someone else’s opinion of what had transposed that day, and Oscar was her colleague. Even if intermittent weekend work had been part of the deal, she’d never intended to call him in a state, without notice. Ever the image of calm under extreme pressure, Oscar had suggested he come over with Ben for a chat.
By E.B. Mahoney4 years ago in Fiction
Raybull...
Fiery emotions and raging words… the last things you would want in your life but sometimes, life gives you no choice. It’s amazing how one moment you can be sat in peace and tranquility and in the tick of a second, the storms of people come blastfully so around you, sweeping you off your feet in a not so delightful way.
By LYNDSEY HOCKULL4 years ago in Fiction
Out of the Frying Pan
People ran frantically down the street. Tripping over each other, screaming, pushing, and desperately looking over shoulders. They looked at me in confusion as they ran past me, and I stared blankly in the direction they were running from. Other than the glance they each gave me, no one stopped to inquire, in detail, as to why I was just standing in the middle of the street. To be honest, I wouldn’t have been able to answer that question, even if someone did stop to ask. Why was I in the middle of all this madness? Where was I? How did I get here and what is everyone running from?
By C.L. Deslongchamp 4 years ago in Fiction
Tiger's Paw
Bangalore a jungle city. A city on the rise to most, but not to Kālā. To Kālā the city was blacker than the burnt hash hanging off the end of his cigarette. He drew in a long drag, that lit his face an ember orange. One...two...three...four; he let out an exhale of smokey haze. Kālā had a scorn chiseled into his face. It was as if he was waiting for an excuse to cause someone pain.
By REDWRITER4 years ago in Fiction
nocuous
"Hey, Traveller," Branson, the tavern owner, hissed, waving me over. If he was aiming for discreet, he missed by a mile. In all fairness, Branson wouldn't know discreet if it hit him in the face. "Hey, get over here!"
By Hannah B4 years ago in Fiction