Mystery
The Pebble's Game
Tap tap tap Three in succession. It used to be that such a noise would bring her comfort, as the small pebble hitting sharply against the delicate glass pane greeted her and guided her to its master down below. Even now, memories crept their way past her defenses and up to the surface of her mind. Memories of sliding through the window, falling blissfully as the wind rose up to meet her, and two arms catching her before she could unite with the earth in a fatal embrace. Most would be horrified by such a descent, but knowing what awaited her below made the fall feel as though she was floating. She knew no danger would reach her as long as those faithful hands remained outstretched.
By Bianca Jeanette4 years ago in Fiction
On the Edge
Her hair fanned out around her as she fell. Her body as light as a feather, floated off the edge of the cliff. The woman was devastatingly beautiful, eyes like warm honey met Hannah's and all she could see in them was sadness. There was no fear to be found in their depths. Not as she reached her arms out and fell backwards.
By No One’s Daughter4 years ago in Fiction
The Book Hound
This was how he liked to spend his birthday, a fresh brew of his favorite coffee and an adventure book in his hands. There was nothing different today than any other Saturday morning for the past twelve years. He came to Hound's Books and Café every week, and the associates knew him by name and mood. Based on how he dressed himself that week, they were in tune with his feelings. Today was a loafer and white pocket polo day, that's how he celebrated, and that's what Horace liked about this place, the friendly staff and the peaceful ability to get lost in a book. One book a week for twelve years.
By Frank Brennan4 years ago in Fiction
Who Am I?
Happy birthday to you... the sound is filled with laughter. But, Kori's mind is far away from birthday celebrations. He has four billion questions and the people who can answer them are all deceased. Why did these people have so many secrets? They took things to their graves and then they left no clues. Kori just turned 33-years old and his entire left was built on what he thought he knew. Then six-months ago a private investogator showed up at his door and his world was turned upside down. Everythgin he had told people about himself was basically a lie. Yes, he was rich and successful. But the things he thouhgt he knew about his family, no one shred of it was what it seemed. Now he was trying to celebrate his birthday and couldn't drag himself out of bed. With his forearm draped over his eyes blocking the sunlight that shown through the curtain of the hotel room. He was at a loss. Was he going to explain his mood to his wife or just pretend nothing was wrong as he had been doing all these months?
By Darlene Williams-Prades4 years ago in Fiction
Searching for Scarlet - Part 4
Chapter 15 Sandi Lords Journal Sun 2nd April This morning Scarlet is out for her run for at least two hours rather than her usual one. When she gets back looking sweaty, red faced and injury free, our conversation goes something like this:
By Rob Watson4 years ago in Fiction
Mightier than the Sword - Part 2
Chapter 7 Six people were in a hotel room in Los Angeles, before that night none of them had met. ‘I guess that leaves me,’ one of the four males of the group said. ‘My name is Don Burton. Listening to you guys introduce yourself and tell your story has been emotional. I wish I could say I had a similarly heart wrenching reason for being here. To be honest though I just love violence, and of course killing people is the ultimate violence, therefore my favourite kind. That really is all you guys need to know about me, so I reckon it’s time for our party,’ Don added then looked at Scott who had arranged the get together.
By Rob Watson4 years ago in Fiction
Searching for Scarlet - part 7
Chapter 27 When they got to the UCLA campus Sabine and Jordan wanted to speak to one man in particular, Professor Hughes. He was in class when they got there, but they were allowed to wait in his office. They only had to wait for about half an hour or so, but it felt like a tortuously long time to both of them, because they were so keen to question him.
By Rob Watson4 years ago in Fiction
Cold - A Murder Mystery
Cold Chapter 1 The Doc was sat in his favourite arm chair, reading through the newspaper reports on the previous day’s baseball games. His relaxing morning was interrupted by a frantic knocking on his front door. After considering ignoring it for a fraction of a second, he made his way slowly to the door, by the time he had reached it there had been another two lots of equally frantic knocking.
By Rob Watson4 years ago in Fiction
Fonseca Palisades
FONSECA PALISADES On old maps the road into Fonseca Palisades is marked as a dotted line. Nowadays there is no line at all. There hasn't been a road into the Palisades for a good fifty years. But in its day, in the high times before the Second World War, the popularity of Fonseca Palisades outshone the nearby town of Princess Charlotte Bay. In fact the only reason that many people came to Princess Charlotte Bay was to get to the Palisades. It was a private resort, the equivalent of Hearst's San Simeon or Edison's Mackinac Island.
By Grant Woodhams4 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery
Sometimes in retirement, I can wake up with a great storyline that I decide to try out. Well, I think it sounds great and then I think we will just have to see where it goes. My husband has the television on from the first thing in the morning until the last thing at night. I have found other ways to keep busy. However, I still get into quite a bit of his daytime television. As I said, retirement! Some of the programs that I have sat through and may just be my favorites are Monk, Dr. Mark Sloan in Diagnosis Murder, and Jessica Fletcher in Murder She Wrote.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
Yes. But No... (Part 1 & 2)
She entered the chatter-filled room yearning for an invisibility cloak; everyone slowly stopped mid-conversation with an insatiable desire to stare. She felt their whispers crawl down her spine, her mind paralyzed by the attention; she quickly scanned the room with hopes of seeing a familiar face.
By Malliha Ahmad4 years ago in Fiction
