Mystery
After Life
It’s been two weeks since I died. The night that it happened, I felt nothing. I woke up in bed, perhaps a bit dizzier than usual – but it was a warm summer evening, and I’d gone to sleep with a stomach ache, so I thought nothing of it. I stumbled to my kitchen to pour a glass of water. My dog, Teddy, didn’t react as I walked past him, a bit unusual, but not alarming.
By Jade Hadfield5 years ago in Fiction
Death of a Memory
Death of a Memory By Stephen Donnelly “You need to slow the hell down. He isn’t going to go anywhere,” my co-pilot, Denny, said to me. His knuckles white on whatever parts of the car he can get a grip on as I round a corner. My siren blaring and my cherry topper flashing the red warning to everyone else that there is danger nearby. That danger was me.
By Unabated Lemon5 years ago in Fiction
Picture Perfidy
Nerves are bundles of fibers that send impulses of sensation to the brain or spinal cord and in turn they send sensation responses to muscles and organs. Nerves are uncontrollable, even though some may argue they are, and you may very well be able to hide your nerve response, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there. I have been boxing for eight years, with a record of 50-8-2, and before every single one of those fights I was nervous as all hell. I felt tingling sensations in my fingertips, toes, and head that made me fidgety; a boxer’s jump before a fight isn’t to warm up, it’s to pump your adrenaline and rid yourself of any nerves. That’s what I was doing when there was a knock on my dressing room door.
By Christina DeFeo5 years ago in Fiction
The Deep Thaw
Finally, June 15th was here, the last day of school, Lisa couldn’t wait. She had been invited to a party at Scott, a well known football player’s house. She wasn’t going to go but her best friend Susie, told her Mark would be there. Mark was also on the football team and Lisa, was so in love with him even though he had no idea who she was. She had fantasized about him all of her freshman year. What girl wouldn’t find a senior who played football sexy. That night finally came.
By Rosaline Gunn5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Chocolate
Death by Chocolate - A Murder in Three Acts Act I Tilly had spent the entire night trying to get rid of the body. She was exhausted, famished and scared but she was happy with her decision. No one would believe her if she told the truth. She would lose her family and friends. And for what? A mistake? No! No way, she was going to end up in a filthy prison cell. It was still dark and the suburban street was soulless. Soon, people would come out of their homes and a new day will begin. She had to get a grip and act naturally.
By Ana Sofia Brito 5 years ago in Fiction
Return to Sender
Return to Sender The cardboard was slightly damp, and the corners were beginning to crease. I placed the box on the countertop, not paying any mind to the sopping puddle that was forming beneath. I reached over the sink and heaved. I ran the water over my mess and wiped the filth from my lips using the back of my hand.
By Kylie Scarlett5 years ago in Fiction
Death by chocolate
It was a calm breezy fall after school evening. The sun was warm, orange and gleaming. Catching the view while the birds sang to the whistle of our young lad Charlie who has taken his normal route into the park. Every day Charlie walks straight from school to his house like a good ole boy. As he’s walking his routinely walk, a light catches his eye and for the first time he looks a different way, the birds stop to chirp.
By Angel Tejada5 years ago in Fiction
