Mystery

Plea of Temporary Insanity
“They willl forget you, you know.” He said taking the needle and squirting it lightly as he scanned for a suitable vein. “It doesn’t matter,” I sighed, “I had to say it, all the words. Freedom is important. They may forget me, but you can’t kill an idea. If I have to die so be it, I will meet my maker in peace. And my words are out there for all to know forever in the minds of future generations. They may forget me, but they will remember my ideas.”
By Zelda Foxx3 years ago in Fiction
Has Anybody Seen Clyde Dawkins
The phone rang and I got a chill. The police in Oquaka called. My cabin had been ransacked and there were signs of a struggle. Would there have been anyone there, they asked.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Fiction
The Longing Hours
He arrived late, again, just like every other night. Liz's heart clenched with a mixture of frustration and longing as she tightly gripped the armchair. Her stocking snagged on a splintered corner of the parquet flooring, causing her to steady herself before resuming her endless pacing in the front room. Back and forth, back and forth she went, each footstep echoing the cheerless ticking of the grandfather clock.
By Mark3 years ago in Fiction
Safe word
“Cover your eyes,” she said blindfolding me with her silk scarf, “it tastes sweeter that way.” The honey-tongued stranger offered me her dragonfruit.
By LB3 years ago in Fiction
Total Eclipse of The Sun
"And if you go before I, how will I find you?" An older man asks. His wife's reply was anything but simple. "If I shall go before you, I will light your path. If you follow that path you will find me." The old man replies, "And if it's years later?" she says "I will continue to light your path until you are ready." The old man sat on his porch facing the east every morning and the west every evening. Then, one day he got up. His daughter asked, "Where are you going dad?" he replied, "To the moon."
By Steffany Pope3 years ago in Fiction
To Hunt a Killer
It was amazing to Dozmin how beautiful the city still looked to him, even knowing its seedy underbelly. The night sky was clear, the air as fresh as it could be, considering the thousands of vehicles clogging the busy streets. Smoothly easing his motorcycle between two luxury cars, he speeds up to get ahead of them.
By Heather Zieffle 3 years ago in Fiction
Faith
She has given all she could, lost all she had. She was not ready to give up. If there is anything she can say she has an ounce left of; that would be her faith. Orphaned by the death of both parents, Jennifer, was a victim of childhood rape and forced prostitution. Despite the trauma, Jennifer managed to remember her faith that her parents so strongly instilled in her before their sudden death.
By Steffany Pope3 years ago in Fiction
Triumph Over Shadows
Lila, the daughter of Beta Alvan, grew up in the midst of the never-ending war between werewolves and vampires. After losing her mother at a young age, she found solace in the care and love of Alpha Drace, who took on the responsibility of raising her. As she turned eighteen, Lila's first transformation revealed her unique and awe-inspiring form: a giant snow-white wolf with flaming blue eyes and icy breath. Some people described her to be the moon goddess herself.
By Edara Otuk3 years ago in Fiction
Taken
The steady rumble of an engine eased her awake, but the harsh vibrations of her body against an unforgiving surface jolted her back to reality. Anna’s eyes shot open to darkness. Panic spread through her veins like wildfire. Anna struggled to move, her limbs burning. A quick jerk forced her head against the floor, knocking a memory loose. An image of a man standing in the dim lighting of the parking garage flashed before her. Anna didn’t recognize the man. He was wearing a black ski mask, but his icy blue eyes pierced through her, even now in her mind.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Fiction
Perhaps Love
“Perhaps, love will lead her back,” Annie comforted. “Somehow, she always finds her way back home.” Margie’s sad eyes stared out the window, nodding she said, “It’s been three sad years for the children.”
By Annelise Lords 3 years ago in Fiction
Blink of Time
"Hello! My name is Tasha Dirby. I was a 15 year old, black middle school girl. I was in the eighth grade at the time of my kidnapping. I had thick, black hair, dark brown eyes, and chocolate brown skin. I was last seen wearing dark brown glasses with black tips, a blue top with nothing on it, a light blue jean jacket with matching jeans, and brown and white Nikes.
By Mickey3 years ago in Fiction
Magic Window
Sophie loved to explore whenever she had a day off from school, and today she was making her way through the sparse forest, eager to find places she had yet to discover. Her best friend, Abby, had ditched her in favor of going shopping with her Mom today, but Sophie preferred trekking through the woods any day to picking out a new outfit in a crowded mall. She was most at home while romping through tangled brush in a forest or while doing anything outside.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction