Mystery

The Bunker. Top Story - June 2021.
Day: 137 : Monica: My mother died today. The airlock in her bedroom was breached while she slept, there are only three of us now. I thought I would be more upset, but I don’t think any of us expected to live this long anyway. None of us know why her airlock failed, but there’s been tension in the air for weeks, ever since our rations started disappearing. Radhika and I are convinced that Dev has been preparing to try and venture outside. Maybe he’s been stocking up. These days it doesn’t really matter anymore, and I’m convinced the end is coming soon… No one has radioed back to us in over two months, but my mom stayed hopeful until her dying day. I guess it just goes to show that faith can’t save any of us. Radhika is calling to me, it’s time for us to bury my mother. This is Monica signing off.
By Morgan McNamara5 years ago in Fiction
For the greater good of WE
The alarm sounds. Everyone stands at attention while we recite in unison. We are all one unified being Never individualized
By Ali SP5 years ago in Fiction
Shadow Work
A FAINT SCRAPING AGAINST THE FLOORBOARDS WOKE ME. My eyes opened. Faint, white light informed me it was midnight and something was moving under the bed. I laid still, hoping the sound was something my unconscious mind had fabricated—more scrapping.
By Gingerella 5 years ago in Fiction
Rose Bay Cemetery
I woke up to a furious downpour of island rain, again. Dousing itself against the windows of my car. the sky, threatening to crack its thunder overhead. But merely a threat. I slowly roll my head to my left shoulder, a little more aware now. My eyes are dry and sore, what else is new. I close them shut for some relief, inhale deeply and blow my warm tired breath onto my divers side window. I peel my eyes open and see the small fog patch I've left, I don't even bother with making a doodle in it. I take my sleeve and wipe it away annoyed. I haven't seen the sky for ages. I haven't felt the warm vibrating sun on my skin in just as long. Faded memories now, i guess. I lick my lips, cracked, thirsty...bloody. I bite my lip to peel the dead skin away from my mouth, I pull a little to hard and taste the iron. I need to stop doing that, i think. I keep my gaze to my left, sucking gently on my lip now. I see the rain has made made no difference with the tide being out, even though its pouring. Everything is coated in a layer of salt and mud.
By Nina5 years ago in Fiction
USA mythical creatures
USA mythical creatures that might be real… part two. Number one is the Hawaii Menehune. The Menehune is a dwarf that is said to inhabit the deep forest and hidden valleys of the Hawaiian Island. They are described as amazing craftspeople, they build temples, fishponds, roads, canoes, and houses. Some of these buildings still exist. They are said to have lived in Hawaii for many centuries before settlers. Their favorite food is said to be the mai’a or the banana, they also like fish. They are said to only appear at night to build, if they do not finish the building they will leave it unoccupied. Only their kids and humans connected to them can see them. Number two is Idaho Sharlie. This is a sea serpent much like the loch ness monster. It is said to inhabit the deep waters of Payette lake which is near McCall, Idaho. The first tale of these serpents is from the Native Americans which stated that evil spirits inhabit the lake. The first sightings were documented in the 1920s and said that the creature was about thirty to thirty-five feet in length with a dinosaur-shaped head and a pronounced jaw, it also had humps like a camel and shell-like skin. Number three is Indiana Beast of Busco. The Beast of Busco is a giant snapping turtle, it is said to weigh around five hundred pounds. It lives in a lake that many farms had owned and reported to have seen it. Though many people reported they have seen it a search had taken place and turned up nothing, the creature was never found. Number four is the Illinois Enfield Monster. This is an unidentified creature that was sighted around Enfield, Illinois. It is said to possibly be an ape or an escaped kangaroo. It was reported to have three legs, with a short body, two small short arms, and two flashlights sized pink eyes. It stood about four and a half feet tall and had a greyish color. Number five is the Iowa Van Meter Monster. The Van Meter monster is an eight-foot winged creature that has a forehead horn that shoots out a beam of light. Number six is the Kansas Sink Hole Sam, Locals have speculated that the eel-like creature had been living in a prehistoric underground cavern that had filled with water from a sinkhole. This flooding allowed the creature to finally escape. Fishermen reported seeing something that was 15 feet in length and as round as an “automobile tire.” Number seven is Kentucky The Kelly Little Green Men/ Hopkinsville Goblins, Space goblins were the explanation for the little silvery-green-eyed men who tormented the inhabitants of the Sutton farmhouse at Kelly one UFO-filled August night in 1955. If these diminutive aliens don’t sound super-frightening, take care to note that bullets bounce off them like metal! The earliest reports on the incident did not refer to “Little green men.” That color was added later by the national media. Early sightings described them as silver with a greenish silver glow. Number eight is the Louisiana Rougarou/ Loup-Garou, the Rougarou is said to be a werewolf/ shapeshifter. They say it has the body of a human and the head of a wolf, but they have also been said to be a human-otter or a were-cow. It is said to have glowing red eyes and razor-sharp teeth. Number nine is the Maine Specter Moose, this creature is unlike any other in which it is nice just like most people of Maine. It is said to be an enormous ghostly white 10-15 feet tall with formidable antlers, it’s said to glow faintly and can appear and disappear at will. And finally, number ten is the Maryland Chessie. Chessie is Chesapeak Bay’s, Loch Ness monster, it is a camera-shy water monster. It could be an oarfish or an alien. She has been shy since there was video footage of her in the 1980s, perhaps it was because of overfishing. Witnesses have described her as a serpent-like creature with flippers, she is said to be 25-40 feet long. She swims through the water like a snake.
By Maria Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
When The Air Runs Out (part 3)
Carly could not believe her own eyes. Her parents were dead, she saw the car, there was no way the survived the crash with the way the car was crushed. She had seen their bodies go into the fire to be cremated, something they had left in their wills. She stood up, staring at this woman that could not be her mom, but she looked and sounded so much like her, and her eyes, Carly would always remember the look in her mother's eyes and this woman had that look. "I...excuse me..." Carly sputtered and ran into her bathroom, locking the door behind her. She hadn't actually looked in the bathroom until now. Though it was small, it was pretty nice and had everything she needed, toilet, sink and shower. She finally had her own shower instead of the communal one in the middle of the floor her dorm room was on.
By Crissy Cornwell5 years ago in Fiction
The Island
It all started on January 17th 2021, that was the day our lives changed forever. What started out as your typical Saturday soon turned into everyone's worse nightmare. That day the plates began to shift and our home as we know it disappeared. Honestly I thought that we were for sure going to die. I didn't want to die; I was only 17. We were at home when the ground began to shake.
By Liz5 years ago in Fiction
Worst. Tuesday. Forever.
How did I end up here? Me of all people!? Back to a wall in a dead end alleyway staring down a horde of zombies as they shuffle towards me to eat me. As many zombie games I've beaten and movies I've seen, how did I find myself between a rock and a hungry place!?
By Nathaniel Zeigler5 years ago in Fiction
James Swithinski: Enabler of Death
With a deep breath, James Swithinski left the wall he had been leaning on. It was dark outside, and James reached up to take his cigarette from his mouth. That was one of the few lights that shone in the alleyway the young man stood in.
By Tristan Palmer5 years ago in Fiction
Day 74
Today is a different day. We woke up and did not hear the buzzing sound we had been hearing since the day that everything changed. From our messed-up calculations, we are waking up to the 74th day since the sick people were released. For 74 days, we kept hearing bustling and steps above our underground shelter. Frankly, I don’t know how we made it past the first 24 hours, all of us crammed in this little hole that my husband created.
By Beatriz Magana5 years ago in Fiction
In the Arms of Morpheus
The clouds thundered in the distant skies, the morning hues of burgundy and maroon gently kissed the exposed blue. The sun merely signaled the time of 9am. Stepping into the fresh morning sun from the narrowed brick corridor, J. Edward Liveon, Private Eye, sniffled at the sight of the bustling crowds of Market square. As a trolley squelched past, spewing its’ enraged ashen debris, a toll booth could be heard in the distance, two dings, a pause, two more dings. The sounds of voices were amplified, ricocheting off the dark stoned buildings, soft water droplets propelling the rocky exteriors. The square was wide, with many off-shooting streets of varying sizes. The larger ones bustled with motor carriages and trollies. Moderately sized pathways, which dipped and curved throughout the region, were jam-packed with bustling foot traffic, Thousands of mysterious faces traveling to mysterious places. The smaller paths were harder to spot, shady characters decorated the mouths to the dangerous alleys. Edward would fall within the shared classification of a shady character, the slight scar on his face often allotted a swift judgment by strangers.
By RW Hughes5 years ago in Fiction
In the Arms of Morpheus
Rain splintered heavily against the tin walls of the warehouse. Adding to the sweet melody of rain was the sporadic array of thunder, which decorated the sky in the ravishing dance of lightning that often went hand in hand. The thunder would roll in menacing waves, a double blast of bangs- pause for the flash of lightning, with a pursuing double blast of thunderous eruptions in the sky. The waves of the nearby sea lashed out in violence at the cemented docks. Occasionally the tentacles of water would aggressively assault the tin walls of the large dockside warehouse. Within the walls, the loud smash of water on metal echoed endlessly through the wooden crates marked with miscellaneous papers.
By RW Hughes5 years ago in Fiction