Mystery
John and Chrissy Unexpected Revelation
Unexpected discoveries can turn our lives upside down and challenge our beliefs and perceptions. In this story, we will follow a young man named John and his fiancé, Chrissy, as they experience a discovery that alters the course of their lives forever. John and Chrissy are a young couple who are madly in love and looking forward to their future together. However, their plans take an unexpected turn when a chance discovery throws their relationship into turmoil. The story follows their journey as they navigate the aftermath of this discovery, confront their beliefs and values, and ultimately learn the truth about themselves and each other. Through John and Chrissy's experiences, we will explore themes of trust, forgiveness, and self-discovery, and examine the ways in which unexpected discoveries can shape and define us.
By Karen James3 years ago in Fiction
Word Count
As he obsessed over his word count yet again the author wondered why such an arbitrary, meaningless number, seemed to be so important to so many people. After a great deal of thought the best he could come up with was that humans have an intrinsic need to measure things and believe that a thing which cannot be measured is a thing of less value. He went to bed that night and cried himself to sleep. A thing very typical for a writer like himself.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
The Lost City of Zaltara
Professor Jameson had dedicated his entire life to the study of ancient civilizations. He had spent decades poring over dusty scrolls, deciphering cryptic texts, and piecing together clues from long-forgotten ruins. But there was one place that had always eluded him: the lost city of Zaltara.
By Fanimo fatai3 years ago in Fiction
Unchanged
"None of these are giving lime." I said tossing the swatches at the wall. Crying won't change the color of the wall, the wall wont change what happened, but I was hopping, I needed it to help. Melanie walked up to the door way and leaned giving me a pitiful look. "None of these greens are right." I said as if that explained why I was standing there surrounded by green swatches. She sighed as if she were about to speak but I quickly held up a hand, "Whatever you are going to say...Don't. " I said pushing her slender frame out of my way. At 5 foot 11 Melanie has never been small but with how angry I was, I was sure her height would mean nothing if I decided to put my hands on her. I would never, not even after what she did, but I could and would spend the rest of my life fanatsizing about hurting her. I won't though. I need to put this energy into something productive, and this house needs to be remodeled. As soon as I find a mint green for the front room. "I need to find the perfect green." I thought to myself as I paced the hallways of the house. I could feel Melanie walking towards me, shes a glutton for punishement. That is the only reason she would follow me around knowing I won't allow her to speak to me. I never want to hear her voice again, and never was to soon.
By Amariah Brown3 years ago in Fiction
I was one of the arsonist's children.
-I remember the very first time I threw a Molotov cocktail as if it were yesterday. It was a memorable event that would etch itself into most people's memories, but for me there is a tragic twist. Despite my efforts, I can't remember how many Molotov cocktails I actually threw.
By Mr. Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
Darkness and Light
Becoming aware of the sound of silence, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. “Where am I?”, I thought. I remember going out with friends last night for drinks at the pub. I think I left around midnight, slightly drunk. Did I make it home? I remember the cab dropping me off at the end of my private road and I walked up the drive. Suddenly, there was someone there. A knife at my throat making one smooth cut. I looked quickly at my killer and mouthed one word. Why? Now I know, death has no light or sound.
By Barbara Gode Wiles3 years ago in Fiction
Pizza Delivery
I pulled up to the house on my bike. I grabbed the pizza then knocked on the door. A pretty girl walked out in a bathrobe. She was out of money and invited me in for a pillow fight instead. I went inside and fought her with pillows. That’s all that happened and I was very disappointed. I left the house without money and without satisfaction. I told the boss what happened and he said he’d take care of it. I’m glad I at least got to keep my job. I’m still lonely though. Can someone find me a girlfriend?
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Blackwood Manor
It was a dark and stormy night when Sarah arrived at Blackwood Manor. She had been hired as a live-in caretaker by the mysterious owner, who had never been seen in person. Sarah was desperate for money and didn't ask too many questions. But as soon as she crossed the threshold, she knew something was wrong. The air was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of rain tapping against the windows. Sarah set down her bags and took a deep breath. She could do this. She had to do this. She was broke and had nowhere else to go. As she made her way through the dimly lit halls, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. But when she turned around, there was no one there. Or was there?
By Cassandra Elder3 years ago in Fiction
That day in Moscow
The darkness of the night enveloped the spy as he lay still, hidden in the shadows of a dark alleyway. He had been in enemy territory for months, gathering intelligence on their secret military operations. The year was 1962, the height of the Cold War, and tensions between the United States and the Soviet Union were at an all-time high.
By Ojas yadav3 years ago in Fiction
