Mystery
How I Spent My Summer Holiday
I woke up with scenes of that night so long ago running through my head. The young boy, shaking with cold as he built a teepee of boards around him in the abandoned barn, trying to keep warm. The half-crazed woman, fiercely gripping the steering wheel in bare hands, as she drove wildly down the boat launch, out onto the frozen lake. The ice on the lake, holding steady until it could no longer carry the weight of the car, finally cracking and welcoming her into its icy depths. The young couple, sharing the agonizing pain of childbirth in a nearby hospital and the joy as they welcomed their firstborn son into the world. The connections between them all, brought to light this summer because I grabbed onto a rope that couldn’t bear my weight. I snuggled into the covers, holding on to the wonder of it all for as long as possible.
By Gail Wylie3 years ago in Fiction
Another Delivery Day
“Brrring, Brrring” Annabelle dropped the knife in her hand and grabbed the phone, “Thank you for calling Agawam Flower Shop, how can I help you today?” I was thankful to have the extra hands to assist me at the shop, especially to answer the phone as mine were quickly placing the flowers Annabelle had cut into water tubes so the cross that Mr. Capuano ordered could be made.
By Angela Grout3 years ago in Fiction
A World Away. Top Story - July 2021.
I arrived at our usual spot. We always met at the park, just a 15-minute walk from my house. Mirabelle went to a different high school than me—whereas I went to public school, she went to a small, all-girls private school, so, aside from weekends, we could only meet after the school day ended.
By Sephy Atlas3 years ago in Fiction
Talia Norwel & The Mystery Of Mortmyr Manor
[Episode 1] Silence. Silence as Eerie as the night peering through the window of the antiquated manor. The door screeching ajar, as if in symphony with its rustic floorboards. Despite her trepidation, Talia proceeded past the threshold.
By Dakota Scott3 years ago in Fiction
Falling Pieces
It’s dark. I’ve driven this road for months now. The twists and turns have become second nature. Right curve. Left curve. Double yellow lines. Yellow sign-No passing. Broken yellow lines. Yellow sign-Pass with care. Double yellow lines. No passing. It goes on and on. The repetition is hypnotic. Best not to gaze at the yellow lines too long, else time slides into oblivion. I say that but it slides anyway.
By Emma Treana3 years ago in Fiction
The Gift Is Given
The pacts had been made, Andreas had no idea how they would appear or take shape going forward. He simply knew that there would be tasks assigned to him. The mysterious group of individuals who had contacted him at his offices, at the Military Labs in Santiago, would not leave his mind.
By Sarah St.Erth3 years ago in Fiction