Young Adult
Trapped Inside
This trip was just a distraction. I'm aware of that. My parents would have never taken me to this place if they didn't feel like I had to just get out of the house at that very second. The day was hectic. Hell. Life's been hectic. Mom found out. Next was dad. I knew dad would find out eventually, even if mom tried her very hardest to keep it from him. Dad always finds out.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Fiction
Drowning my Sorrows
I couldn’t believe she was gone. After all I’d done for her, all the money and love I’d given her, all the indiscretions I’d forgiven because of her ‘compulsive personality disorder,’ she left me to go live in a homeless shelter so she could drink and do drugs with her new homeless boyfriend.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Box
I slide my key into the lock of my front door. It's been a long day at work. Another unsolved murder in this big city, another column for me to write. I lock the door behind me and head to the kitchen. I pull my notes from my bag, setting them out before I grab a tv dinner to heat up in the microwave. A strange droning noise interrupts me. I stand still and listen. It's right outside my door. I tiptoe back and peek through my peephole as the sound fades away. No one is there so I open the door, picking up the cardboard box that had been left behind. Surprisingly light despite its size, I carry it to my table. I know I didn't order anything and I stayed late at work tonight. I open the box to find a strange photograph of a brunette woman walking down a street. I don't recognize her. It's when I flip over the photo that I grab my phone and dial my contact at the police department.
By Michelle Weir3 years ago in Fiction
Off the Path
The dirt mingled with the dust, puffing into the air as the door swung open. “What is this place?” Mac asked, glancing through a hole in the ceiling. Beyond was a blue sky and skeletal tree branches. The floor just under it was soft and littered with leaves. If the room had been a little brighter she suspected she would have been able to see the mold she was sure was growing there.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
Amara.
Gwendolyn walked down the scanty sidewalk, a depleting cup of warm coffee in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. It was like any other evening- the air was cool and the breeze scattered dead leaves onto the street. She tossed her cup into a trash bin nearby and took a long drag, watching a group of high school kids as they walked past. Their laughter rang into the air, the sound sickly sweet and it gave her a headache. There was a time she envied their innocence. Born to a mother that endured an abusive relationship until her death, Gwendolyn was stripped of her childhood from an early age. Thinking back, how she had wished to live a normal life, go to school, get a job. Now, as she watched the neighbourhood children grow into young adults, she wondered if she would have been happy either way. Life was okay for some, shitty for most. If she'd had the opportunity to make her own choices, would her life have turned out a bit different?
By Parti Pris3 years ago in Fiction
The Teller
“In twelve days, you’ll find everything you’re looking for, Ms. Harmsworth. You’ll be able to pay everything back in no time at all,” I told her. The future I saw for her was bleak, unable to pay back the loan the bank was going to give her, so they would foreclose on her house and sell off her assets. It didn’t matter to me, the bank was paying me to ignore the negative visions and use my reputation as the world’s greatest psychic to convince people to take a loan.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
One night...
One minute I’m one of many in a crowd of people. Swaying back and forth in the calming rhythm of breath. My eyes felt heavy, apathetic to whatever my brain had slowly drowned out. A man was speaking into a microphone which helped propel his loud booming voice even further into the room. I very might fall asleep standing where I stood, tucked in from the warmth of the crowd, and the heavy murmur from the crowd followed by the booming mumbles from the speakers could quiet any racing minds.
By Rambler's Society3 years ago in Fiction
Unknown Assailant
Chapter 1 Questions Birds floated lazily on the breeze while bees hummed as they gathered nectar. The smell of honeysuckle flowers, wild roses, and hydrangea floated in the open window next to my desk and filled my mind with images of an open field of tall grass that waved and flitted with the fingers of the wind .
By Natalie Kniffin3 years ago in Fiction
Sender Unknown
Objectively, there was nothing suspicious about the package. Delivered by drone, with an innocent looking return address, no sender's name, and plain brown packaging, there was nothing to set it apart from thousands of other packages delivered daily to doorsteps around the country. No suspicious noises from inside, no unexplained movement, odd smells or ominious ticking. No warning signs whatsoever. Just a single parcel delivered to their house by an unidentified drone.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
