Mystery
Will Through Pain
Nate was already having a pretty bad day when the little blue goblin tired to kill him. It had started when his boss had called me in on my day off for a lousy four-hour shift. To add it he had lent his car to his sister Kate for work while hers was getting work done.
By Nicholas Sommer4 years ago in Fiction
The man next door
I was the first to arrive, but at the time I didn't realise how lucky that made me. With something approaching mild bemusement I slipped the silver key into the lock and turned it. There were the faintest of clicks, and the wall of scepticism my mind had built concerning this whole situation came tumbling down.
By Paul Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
The Box
Billy hurried from the bus stop in the pouring rain, to his house, only a few hundred yards to the front door, but he was soaked. He went inside dropping his bag on the sofa. Signs that his flatmate hadn’t worked today were everywhere, stuff tidied up, washing no longer hanging on the drying rack, a bottle of wine opened with 2 glasses on the coffee table.
By Francesca Newman4 years ago in Fiction
Dad’s Will
The upstairs attic was crowded and filthy. Jace took another sip from his beer before getting started. It would be somewhere up here. He put his drink on a dusty box and starting digging through the garbage. There were old bottles, old books, a stamp collection. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. Clouds of it puffed up into his nose, making him sneeze.
By Blake Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Does Curiosity Really Kill the Cat?
On this day, feeling tired after my shift at my job, and dealing with the two hours of traffic, wanting to get home was the only thing I could think about. While my music and my sunroof did help to take my mind off the fact that Cali drivers are some of the rudest, unforgiving drivers on the planet, I simply could not get home fast enough, and for some strange reason, I felt that something laid waiting for me that I was not yet prepared for, and the fact that I have to take 5 freeways to and from work just added to my frustration.
By Shaunda King4 years ago in Fiction
Fälschung
“Shut up, Mark!” Ron muttered under his breath. His little brother was driving him mad. Hell, his little brother had been driving him mad ever since he was born. As he dragged his rusty sled, all Ron wanted to do was go sledding and possibly get his highly mysterious soul mate to spend some time with him. Of course, she her self was not aware of their so called ‘bond’. But it did not mean that what Ron felt for her was not real; it did not reduce its legitimacy even one bit.
By Jane Diokpo4 years ago in Fiction
Do Not Open
Do Not Open By David E. Perry N ina and Lina Honors did everything together. That’s just the way twins are sometimes. They think alike. They act alike. When in school, they played the same sports and took the same classes. They even at one time dated twin brothers. They broke it off when Lina’s boyfriend kissed Nina by mistake. So, it was no wonder when, just 5 days after their 25th birthday, they moved into the same 3-bedroom house, just 10 miles from home.
By David E. Perry4 years ago in Fiction
How I Spent My Summer Holiday
I woke up with scenes of that night so long ago running through my head. The young boy, shaking with cold as he built a teepee of boards around him in the abandoned barn, trying to keep warm. The half-crazed woman, fiercely gripping the steering wheel in bare hands, as she drove wildly down the boat launch, out onto the frozen lake. The ice on the lake, holding steady until it could no longer carry the weight of the car, finally cracking and welcoming her into its icy depths. The young couple, sharing the agonizing pain of childbirth in a nearby hospital and the joy as they welcomed their firstborn son into the world. The connections between them all, brought to light this summer because I grabbed onto a rope that couldn’t bear my weight. I snuggled into the covers, holding on to the wonder of it all for as long as possible.
By Gail Wylie4 years ago in Fiction
