Mystery
Headlight Hue
It had been 11 months since Luna disappeared. Our circle assumed the worst and even her parents planned her funeral. I do not blame them for wanting to move on and have closure, but inside there is an unsolved burning sensation that I can't ignore. To me she is still alive. My heart races every time I recall that evening. I have replayed that night at least a 1,000 times in hopes I could think of something new. Any clue that could lead me to where she could be. I have searched her apartment, read her diary, and the police unlocked her phone; nothing. Everything was clean. Luna had no stalkers, no hidden agenda, not even an enemy. Her life seemed completely ordinary. She was a 4.0 graduate on her way to get her doctorates in neurology. She kept a busy schedule meeting with the rest of us ladies on special occasions. I was lucky, her and I would meet up to walk our dogs and go to yoga. Sometimes we would even run along the pier and eat ice cream while watching the sunset. I thought she told me everything, but I couldn't think of anything that would lead to her being abducted.
By Gena Adamson4 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Cake and Margaritas Anyone?
"What have I done?" Kim sat looking out her kitchen window at the calm, iron gray water of Boothbay Harbor, Maine. Watching the lazy sailboats coming in for the day was always soothing for her in times of stress. Today, though, it couldn't provide the comfort that she was seeking.
By Casandra Lynnette Lobberecht4 years ago in Fiction
Isaiah's Song
The air conditioner went out two hours ago. The ceiling fan was spinning furiously, moving hot air from one location to another. No A.C. in Houston in the middle of summer was a death sentence, and I meant that literally. I checked the temperature on a digital sign across the street. The readout said 102 degrees Fahrenheit and 39 degrees Celsius, humidity 85 percent. That was a blessing; it could have been over 90 percent.
By William Stinson4 years ago in Fiction
Follow the Marigolds
The morning was dark and rainy, much like my mood. Sipping my black coffee, I stared out the window at the dreary day, pondering your death. The short seven years we had together weren’t nearly enough. I can still hear your laugh like it was the first day we met. Your wavy red hair cascaded down behind you as your head threw back in joyous laughter. You were wearing that blue dress I love. Loved…I guess. We buried you in it. It was the night we met that I knew I wanted your laugh to ring in my ears forever.
By Kaneene Pineda4 years ago in Fiction
Hollowed Manor
Hollowed Manor stood tall within the dead still of the night. The grounds were spick and span in preparation for a wedding. The groom was a young Mr. Louis McCallister and the bride was Ms.Genevive Haus. Their family and friends were gathered within Hollowed Manor's various sitting rooms, sipping on cocktails and visiting before the big day. An elderly caretaker stood to the side, watching the guests chatter away. He enjoyed the loud noise when most of the time, the facility lay empty and quiet with nobody but the staff around.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹4 years ago in Fiction
Looking Back at the Present
Staring at the chalk outline wasn’t getting me anywhere. Three homicides in the same month. If this was linked to the others earlier this year, he was picking up in my district. She was thirty-two. Blonde but had a brown wig on. Probably what made her the target. Night walker by the way she was dressed and whatever clown college she went to, to learn to put on makeup. Poor ‘thing’ never stood a chance. To be fair she probably wasn’t going to last long in a normal life anyway if this was the road she was going down. People don’t pick her life because things are going well.
By Unabated Lemon4 years ago in Fiction
