Mystery
Memphis
Lorali paced her living room, waiting for them to arrive. She and her husband had received a call early in the morning, but they had yet to give her much information. She hoped to get more once the social worker arrived. She hurriedly scrubbed out the coffee pot, more for something to do than for coffee so late. Her door bed rang as she was poised to pour in the coffee grounds. Pouring the grounds in quickly, she napped the lid shut and flipped the switch to start it brewing. Wiping her hands on the sides of her jeans, she moved toward the door and opened it.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
A Day Off School. Content Warning.
He left his bike leaning on the rusty sign as the ocean boomed below him. The sea mirrored his inner emotions: angry, salty, erosive, powerful. Coming here was a solace. Something about the inevitability of the motion, the relentless, enduring push and pull grounded him and helped him to grasp life again and sort it into its relevant parts.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Avalon's Enchantment
Once upon a time, nestled within the mist-shrouded isle of Avalon, there existed a realm where magic thrived and mystery beckoned. Legends whispered of an enchantress who roamed the forests, her presence a blend of elegance and untamed power. It was said that she possessed the ability to weave spells of love and desire, yet her heart remained untouched by mortal affections.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan2 years ago in Fiction
Tears from Heaven
The word, Heaven, carries a weight that’s felt around the world. It is a place to most where a person might go if they have lived their life with a faithful heart. Some people might believe it’s a state of consciousness- a world our mind creates after they die, or a world amongst another dimension of reality. And of course, some believe Heaven isn’t a place at all- a fabricated concept that religions impose on Humanity. Marcus Flinch had not believed in such a place, and couldn’t fathom what creatures or beings would walk amongst there. Life has a strange way of bringing true mysteries to a chosen few- his life had mingled into a world that was supposed to be hidden from Mankind, a world called Heaven. This is where our story begins…
By David S. JohnsonWilliams2 years ago in Fiction
The retribution of the villain.
I don't know. Xiaopeng comes from rural Sichuan, with dark skin. Although the clothes on his body are very old, they are washed very clean. Xiaopeng followed his grandparents to attend primary school in Sichuan, with excellent academic performance. This year, Xiaopeng's parents, who work outside, wanted her to attend a better high school in a big city, so they brought her closer to them. With the hope of her father, Xiaopeng came to attend HC High School. Today is her first day of reporting. The homeroom teacher brought her to Class 1 of Grade 7. "Everyone, this is our new transfer student. His name is Xiaopeng. Xiaopeng, introduce yourself, please," said the teacher.
By qiang wang2 years ago in Fiction
The Death Ghost on the Ceramic Tiles
I don't know where we should decorate our newly bought house in the shopping mall. There is a small shop in the market. I walked in and saw a tile with an ancient woman printed on it. She was wearing a red dress and combing her hair by the river. I was immediately attracted to it and decided to buy it. I picked up the tile, and the shop owner showed a look of panic, but quickly returned to a normal expression. I went to the counter and asked the female shop assistant how much it cost. "Is it the same price as the other tiles next to it? 30 yuan, right?" He wrapped the tile for me and as I walked out of the store, I glanced at the strange look the shop owner gave me.
By qiang wang2 years ago in Fiction
