Mystery
Nightmare into Fantasy- Part 8
The ranch was a 30 minute walk through mostly fields. He knew if he ran, he could make it there in 20. “You have 30 minutes”, kept ringing through his head. He couldn’t lose his family. Well maybe his parents, they were old but not Tanya. That day she flipped him, changed everything. Gone were his days of fear, loss, and despair.
By JJ Sandler5 years ago in Fiction
The fantasy parkway
I have lived in a big city my whole life, and the only thing I have seen daily was tall buildings and crowds of people walking the streets. There are very few trees around the city. I believe more people are living in the city. I have never seen a park on the path I walk every day.
By Laura mclean5 years ago in Fiction
Hand-Me-Downs
“Come in, Child. Sit down. Would you like a cup of tea?” The sun outside was high above the mountain desert, and it baked everything it touched. A note in my handwriting beneath one of the journals on my breakfast table read: Stage Four. Six months – 1 year. I knew my time was running out, and this was my only chance to leave a legacy. I spoke to the girl as I would a granddaughter, as I always have. She had a mind for business and a nose for bullshit, just like me.
By Grace Turner5 years ago in Fiction
Burned
I'm not a fucking poet. That's not what I'm here for. If you're looking for prose as long and flowy as, well, when someone's hair is long and flowy - look for it elsewhere. I'm here for one reason: to tell a story. My story. And that story begins with fire.
By Olivia Hrubetz5 years ago in Fiction
Crimals World
We came up with operation drive it was to drive our leads to the main guy in charge. But that was not how it played out. It started on Wednesday we had a great lead and it was about to open this case wide but we were falling into a trap that was about to frame more than one person. Mason left ahead of me that morning, I wanted him to ride along in my car since his car was so familiar.
By Sara Kline5 years ago in Fiction
Disappear
I don’t know when it happened. Like depression, time is a stealthy enemy, you never see it coming and you surely don’t see it pass. Suddenly the shroud is upon you and there is nothing you can do to reverse the devastating effects. I don’t know when I disappeared, when I became obsolete, when I stopped being loved or even spoken to by others. One day I just no longer mattered.
By Zane Motteler 5 years ago in Fiction
Under the Pear Tree
When she first saw him Margot was on the train, tucked comfortably in her seat next to the window and enjoying the sights of the passing countryside. She was on her way home to the town she had grown up in, the town her grandmother still lived in. Every year on her birthday Margot took a week off work and spent it with her grandma, and every year the week was filled with baking, gardening, jam-making, and laughter. She would return to work and regular life in a state of bliss, with dirt under her nails, a belly full of tea and cake, and her grandmother's laughter still ringing in her ears. This year it was Margot’s twenty-fifth birthday, a decade since she had moved from her hometown. It was only an hour away by train, and because her grandmother lived in a small one-bedroom cottage Margot preferred to travel to and from each day. She enjoyed the quiet hour in the morning and the evening and would often read as the rock and sway of the train carriage lulled her into a state of relaxation.
By Rose Davies5 years ago in Fiction
