Mystery

The Glow That Could Not Be Told
When Steven got older it became apparent that the green light had always been there. It was there when he was a child and he first began to crawl. It would come to him in a short, but vibrant flash. He would see it the most when he was alone; when he would crawl outside or it was just him and the creaking of his parents very old house. It would come to him when he did something good, or when he thought about the world. When he was in elementary school he would see it in when he answered a question right (or wrong). He would see it when he gazed out the window of his classroom and his classmates were focused on other things. When he was in High School he saw it when he kissed Rebecca Lindursky and every time he would walk out the doors at the end of the day. It was always there.
By Po Ivey4 years ago in Fiction
Who Are You?
“Who are you?’ She said. A look of confusion in her eyes. I tried to see through them. Read her face and read what was going through her mind. There was no real emotion behind those deep green eyes. The kind of green that floated between emerald and moss green depending on the light. The kind of green eyes that have witnessed more than it should have in it’s time.
By Jason Strange4 years ago in Fiction
Eastern Airlines Flight 1155
In September 1963, at around five in the evening, 149 passengers and crew boarded Eastern Airlines Flight 1155. It was a large crowd for a flight that was usually pretty empty, except for around the holidays. There was a scout convention being held in Los Angeles that weekend and several troops from the Dallas/Ft Worth area were on board, along with the usual business types and miscellaneous travelers. The flight originated in Dallas and was to contain a short layover in Denver. They were scheduled for a final destination of Los Angeles. Their flight was due in late.
By Sean Rohrer4 years ago in Fiction
The return
It was a sizzling hot day. The overheated streets of Granada were empty. Only rare passing taxis disturbed the silence, leaving clouds of raised dust behind. Slowly, Vasio climbed up the street. His shirt was creased and covered with dust. Drops of sweat showed through on his neck. Vasio had already regretted his decision to save money on a taxi. From the railway station to the hotel where he was going to stay it was only a couple of kilometers, but the heat and the steep streets left him completely out of breath.
By Maria Naumova4 years ago in Fiction
We All Had Different Ideas About What to do With The Parcel
It was a lovely afternoon. The dappled sun shone through the trees creating mysterious shadows. The blue sky was dotted with white fluffy clouds that drifted lazily in the gentle breeze. The roads shimmered in the heat of the midday sun. Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the window. The weather was overall so good that Catherine, Ivanna, Tom and I decided to play outside. As soon as we went to the playground Tom touched the four of us and said, "Tag you are it!" And then he started to run as fast as his legs could carry him. Catherine bursted out of anger and said, "why does he always do this without any kind of warning?" And the three of us started to chase him with with a devilish smile on our faces.
By Mubassira Mahatab4 years ago in Fiction
Dormant
She laid awake in bed staring at the ceiling and the little lights that clung to it. Green, she thought, wishing they were red, what a happy color green is. At least red would then match how she felt inside. Why were they so happy but she wasn't? She slowly turned her head to the side... "oh" she said to herself, because of the troll that lay beside her, oblivious to her need for more, oblivious to how unhappy she really was. He had no feelings...most people like him didn't, he didn't care.
By Luna Trix4 years ago in Fiction
Memories from Beneath
“MIKEY!!!” “MIKEY!!!” I could hear my sister’s panicked voice echo in my ears. And then the echo returned across the frozen pond.
By Dale Allman4 years ago in Fiction
The Maze
The Maze “I'm so excited,” Stacy said with a happy bounce. She shut the car door and waited for Mason.
By Kelly Deary4 years ago in Fiction
The Forest
THE FOREST PROLOGUE The night was dark and the rain was falling lightly on the street, forming small puddles in the cracks of the street. Still, through it all Mitchell could see the moon peeking out from behind the clouds, a good omen he thought. He’d known the old man going on 25 years, the last nine of which he spent as the Don’s “right hand” handling all the dirty work that Don Elliot was too busy for, and for nine years he was overworked and underappreciated. No longer. He had a plan in place, his three most trustworthy friends alongside him, tonight the Don would fall and a new one would take his place. Mitchell finished his cigarette and threw it on the ground, he could see his reflection in one of the puddles. The years had not been kind to him. He looked much older than his forty-four years. His eyes bloodshot and tired, his beard now more gray than brown, and a scar under his right eye. One of the many sacrifices he had made over the years to a man who was more than happy to exploit his hard work. He didn’t look like the type of man who could lead a group of hardened criminals. He was a stocky man who preferred to dress casually. He wore his favorite brown raincoat to go with his brown dress pants, and brown loafers. A simple outfit for a seemingly simple man, but this simple man had a plan. As he reflected on the years and thought ahead to the work he still had to do, he saw his closest ally, Vincent, crossing the street to meet him. Vincent was a tall, thin man with short, clean-cut hair. No matter the situation, Vincent always seemed to have a smile on his face, his perfect teeth shining through in every situation. At times, Mitchell found that smile comforting, and at other times, terrifying. Vincent, as usual, dressed his best. He looked sharp with his black raincoat over his perfectly tailored suit with a dark red tie.
By David Hanrahan4 years ago in Fiction
That Sunglasses
It all began 6 months ago… When my friends and I decided to go to a nearby resort for a holi party, it was a fantastic holi pool party. As usual, we drank bhang and ate great meals while playing holi in the pool. I misplaced my sunglasses in the water while playing holi in the pool, and it took me two hours to notice it. No big deal, they were just a cheap pair of sunglasses. We went out for lunch after the pool party, and while eating, I noticed the pool cleaners emptying the pool because it was filthy and they needed to change the water.
By Brandsandu4 years ago in Fiction
Brown Paper Packages
Erica sat the overloaded paper grocery bags down on the kitchen table. Why did she insist on getting paper bags? Was it some sort of Wonder Woman challenge to see how much she could fit into the larger bags and then see if she could carry the inconvenient bags without handles? Erica turned to go get another load of impossible groceries from her car. As she turned, something else covered in brown paper caught her eye. Erica stopped and looked at the odd shape that did not match the brown paper bags full of groceries on her kitchen table.
By Ashley Beach4 years ago in Fiction
De ja vu
John was walking in a hallway with black shaded walls and white doors. He did not know how he arrived here. He would later question that. As he was walking down the hallway, he then heard a phone ring. He answered it.
By Kohl Younger4 years ago in Fiction