Mystery
Box from the Past
Lana was an outgoing young lady, with dark eyes and a pale complexion. She was an outgoing person even on her worst days. Lana never met a stranger and enjoyed all life had to offer, but not because she led an easy life, given everything she wanted. In fact, it was quite the opposite, she lost both of her parents at a very young age.
By Laura Loflin4 years ago in Fiction
The One That's Coming
Father Emmanuelle jolted awake, the Bible falling off his lap and landing with a crack on the floor. He lowered his legs, eyes wide, but not seeing the dim room in front of him. He’d been dreaming. It was still vivid. They knelt in front of him, eyes downcast. Then one of their heads had exploded, followed by a bang—which was what had woken him.
By Schuyler Ebersol4 years ago in Fiction
Whispering Death (part 2)
Drina repeated the name in her thoughts. Hestar, it was a beautiful name. Silently they stared at one another, Hestar slowly leaning in closer towards her lips. The view of her beauty was all she could see at that moment. Her lips were full and lush, calling Drina to taste them. All Drina could hear was the pounding of her heartbeat and the soft stir of Ocan beside her. Ocan! Turning her head, pulled away from Hestar to check if her sister was still asleep. Thankfully she had readjusted as Drina let out her held breath. It was not as if she held it secret from her sister for her attraction to other women, it was more that she needed to be wary of her emotions. To kiss Hestar might aid her in unleashing her powers and after having them crammed deep within her could be dangerous. Ocan was a reminder of her need to continue to protect her.
By Turan Turnip4 years ago in Fiction
A Paper Parcel
Bright yellow daffodils brushed against the house in the wind. I could smell the sweet and subtle aroma, mixing with the dozens of other flowers in the garden, my garden. I had a lot of time on my hands as a widow, plenty of plants to be potted. The rest of the yard was sectioned off for various fruits and vegetables. The tomatoes were coming in lovely, plump and red. My tea was still hot and steaming and I dropped a couple sugar cubes in with a plop. The tinking teaspoon swirled around, spreading the sweetness. The first sip was always the most perfect, before it all settled. Everything was perfect, really. Only it didn’t feel that way, something was missing. I couldn’t put my finger on it for the longest until that day the world came crashing down on me.
By Kyle Shafer4 years ago in Fiction
The Day the Box Came
I remember the day the box came to us. All of us. It was the year 2026. Sixty years ago. I was 5 years old. Things had gotten really bad back then. Soon after news broke out about the existence of a new strain of coronavirus in 2024, an anonymous group of skilled computer hackers decided they had had enough. They chose to join forces and find a way to change things. This group ultimately gained access to every nation’s deepest, darkest secrets. For the next few weeks, new intel was daily released to the world. This intel was irrefutable proof of the existence of cures to every fatal ailment previously known to be incurable. That’s when the Sick Wars started.
By Kei'Jei Beretta4 years ago in Fiction
Secrets
Darcy stared at the clock, watching the second hand tick by with mechanical uniformity. The reliability of the mechanism soothed her nerves, contrasting starkly with the uncertainty of the task before her. Her attention had been glued to the clock since 7:04, when she'd poured herself a shot of whiskey and settled it purposefully on the table before her and beside a small, grubby package hastily folded in brown paper and tied with fraying twine. The face of the package was addressed in a neat handwriting Darcy hadn't seen in over twenty years.
By Rachelle Ray4 years ago in Fiction
