Mystery

Cursed Fortune
There was a family who began as common as they could descendants of bakers and house servants during the late 1700s. They did not know that circumstances would make them wealthy and bestow great power unto them. Yet another event would bring them doom. This is the story of John Huffman son of a baker and Rose the daughter of a house servant. These two fell in love when they were quite young and held firm to that love until circumstances separated them. John went to war and when he returned to the humble Township of Weeping Bend with untold amounts of gold, silver and diamonds. No one ever knew exactly how he obtained the wealth it was just accepted that he was now a wealthy man.
By Hadayai Majeed aka Dora Spencer5 years ago in Fiction
The unknown light
The day was overcast, with the smell of distant forest fires mixed with the humidity of an unusually hot summer. The wind blew warm, heavy air into a crude wooden building that served as secret meeting place for the four children gathered there. It was time to discuss that nights mission.
By Lishka5 years ago in Fiction
Do not Look at the Moon
Dear reader, I fear you won't believe me if I told you how humanity had ended. How man truly ceased to be. The story just seems too profound, too fabricated—a tale of nightmares...something one can concoct only in the ghastliness of a disturbed consciousness.
By Wonita Gallagher-Kruger5 years ago in Fiction
A Worthy Family
Part I Dark psychedelic patterns moving in different colors of flowers and boxes- I am then in my living room yet my cat is in the midst of bouncing on the walls as if gravity has ceased to exist, I am now the one floating.
By Scarlet Dream5 years ago in Fiction
Frozen
For three seasons, the water flourishes with an abundance of life. I watch as the wind repeatedly, artistically creates it’s one of a kind, once in a lifetime design on its liquid canvas. This remarkable, eye catching vision is beyond inspiring. The creatures underneath have perfected their unique gymnastic routines. Fish breakthrough the artistic waves doing flips, cartwheels, and somersaults. Humans mimicking the movements of the pond dwellers. In and out, repeatedly as they enjoy the passing of time. The sounds of happiness bellows in your ears, as all creatures above and beneath mutually exist without a care in the world. Life is living in the living waters. But as seasons change, things don’t remain the same.
By AWS25 years ago in Fiction
Four Little Coffins
Alaska is cold, not in the simplistic way that most winters are cold but all the time. Today, the air feels especially thin. Funerals always leave an undeniable chill in the air that can only be thawed by the passing of time. Sitting in the uncomfortable chairs, being there to support the town could not take away from the reality of today. Small coffins lined the front of the room surrounded by weeping adults, some the parents and others half relieved it was not their own children. Four coffins, why there’s not five of them, we may never know. My feet dangled above the ground as my mother reached for my hand to walk me up to say goodbye to four pairs of frozen lips.
By brooke vecchi5 years ago in Fiction
The Covered Carriage
It always strikes her as a little odd, when she waits in line for coffee or stands at the bus stop. It isn’t every day that she sees this woman with tired blue eyes pushing a stroller, but she runs into her fairly often, whether it’s at the grocery store or leaving the mall.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA5 years ago in Fiction
Harrowing Delight
VOCAL: pear tree challenge Harrowing Delight I had finally hit twenty-five years at my police job, which meant that I could retire with a pension. Since we met, my husband, Charlie, had been biding his time until I hit this milestone. As a bridge engineer, he had been forced to only take jobs within driving distance of our house on Long Island Sound in Connecticut. He hated his current project in the Bronx and now we could finally move anywhere in the country. So in mid-September when a firm in Virginia responded to his resumé, we packed up and moved.
By Lynn Henschel5 years ago in Fiction
St. Ignatius Troubles
The St. Ignatius Troubles is a brand new fiction series written by critically acclaimed journalist M.D. McGrady. Follow the journey of an investigative journalist working to take down a corrupt county Sheriff in rural Colorado accused of drug running, police brutality, having connections to organized crime, and running his legal jurisdiction like a personal criminal empire.
By M.D. McGrady 5 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light
Will-o-wisp - 1. a misleading illusion, a fallacy. 2. a pale light seen occasionally at night in marshland under the right conditions.
By Trish K5 years ago in Fiction
Where Green Lights Meet
It was supposed to have been a good day. Sunday, high of ninety-two with a cool breeze. Then my phone rang. It was Theresa, police dispatch.
By Christopher Fin5 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror
The alarm chimes. It is a sweet and melodic sound echoing out of her cellphone, it’s gets louder but she ignores it. In the bed, she is safe, no worldly possessions or none of life’s problems. Just dreaming of a peaceful, and serene life by the beach. A party starts up nearby and she is absorbed by bumping music and happy people living their best lives. She feels comforted by the beach waves. She is laughing with the locals while sipping on maitais and thinking nothing of her stuffy bedroom.. A vacation, something she desperately needs, but alas is too broke to afford. She sadly wakes up and takes in her surroundings. Her tiny bed, surrounded by a mess of clothes that need folding. She stretches her tired limbs and looks in the mirror at the bags under her eyes, showing an overworked young woman.
By Chantel Reeder5 years ago in Fiction