Mystery
The Tasks
The Tasks Her first thoughts were dilapidated dwelling overgrown with weeds. A sagging roof line and meandering cracks in the foundation looked worrisome. Something vaguely resembling a fence disappeared into thickets on both sides of the yard. David’s excitement melted into concern when he saw her face.
By Brian Champion5 years ago in Fiction
Decisions, Decisions
It didn’t matter if you saw him from a distance so far that he looked little more than a spot on the horizon, you always knew it was him. It was his limp. His gate. It was more than both. His twisted body forced his moving legs to shift in such a way he lurched more than he walked. His movements made the myth behind the man even more mysteriously malevolent.
By Tracy Pearce-Snyder5 years ago in Fiction
Love Me Not
When they found them, the babies wore life jackets smeared with their mother’s blood. The blood was everywhere. No telling how long the babies slipped and slid in it, marveling, most likely, at its slick wetness; then at the syrupy stickiness as it dried.
By Carlos Harrison5 years ago in Fiction
Her Days Were Numbered
What I won’t do to make him happy! My needy insecurity is getting old. I had a perfectly good, some would say “great!” career in Frankfurt. I was the first woman CEO at an up-and-coming retailer. My wage had soared to six figures, and I had the local buyers eating out of my fiscally tight-fisted hands. Why would anyone step away from such a promising future you ask? For love. Pure love. At least I love him.
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Fiction
The Barn
No one had been to the Livingston Farm since Old Lady Bell shot and killed her husband and his mistress as they engaged in their usual Tuesday afternoon delight in the farmhouse master bedroom. The affair had been ongoing every week for over a year when Old Lady Bell drove the 43 miles to town to sell her fresh eggs and cheese, and then perform her household errands, including shopping, banking, and visits to the library. She was usually gone for a few hours, giving the lovers ample time to talk, tryst, and kiss goodbye as the mistress tightened her fist around the three-hundred-dollar bills, the husband lovingly gifted her after each session.
By Bella Blue5 years ago in Fiction
The Rocking Horse
The barn was decrepit as could be, full of cobwebs and eery, darkened corners that compelled you to look away. The air was stale and hung without life; a cloak of negativity, of foreboding, laced its self delicately over the deserted shack. Saskia still stood peering round the stable door however, intrigued by her new discovery.
By Natalie Edwards 5 years ago in Fiction
Building anew
Vasir dragged his favourite stool next to the window and sat in silence. The storm outside intensified, and water lingered down the barn’s crimson wood, sneaking in through the cracks. He loved the smell of rain, the sound of droplets hitting the ground and the deafening roar of thunder. His fingers tapped his knees in a synchronised movement. He looked to his right at the painting on the wall from where his family smiled back at him. His dad behind his mum, holding her close to his chest. They looked so happy.
By Alexandru Nornguard5 years ago in Fiction
RBK
Water dripped on the floor as a tall dark man stood on the floor mat. Removing his hat, he walked up to the front counter. The officer behind the counter was busy behind the counter looking down at the desk. The man tapped his hand onto the counter to make his presence known. Without looking up he tells him to have a seat. The man rustled with his wet hat as took a seat in the main waiting room. He takes notice of the time as he waits patiently.
By Tony Nelson5 years ago in Fiction
