Mystery

That Sunglasses
It all began 6 months ago… When my friends and I decided to go to a nearby resort for a holi party, it was a fantastic holi pool party. As usual, we drank bhang and ate great meals while playing holi in the pool. I misplaced my sunglasses in the water while playing holi in the pool, and it took me two hours to notice it. No big deal, they were just a cheap pair of sunglasses. We went out for lunch after the pool party, and while eating, I noticed the pool cleaners emptying the pool because it was filthy and they needed to change the water.
By Brandsandu5 years ago in Fiction
Brown Paper Packages
Erica sat the overloaded paper grocery bags down on the kitchen table. Why did she insist on getting paper bags? Was it some sort of Wonder Woman challenge to see how much she could fit into the larger bags and then see if she could carry the inconvenient bags without handles? Erica turned to go get another load of impossible groceries from her car. As she turned, something else covered in brown paper caught her eye. Erica stopped and looked at the odd shape that did not match the brown paper bags full of groceries on her kitchen table.
By Ashley Beach5 years ago in Fiction
De ja vu
John was walking in a hallway with black shaded walls and white doors. He did not know how he arrived here. He would later question that. As he was walking down the hallway, he then heard a phone ring. He answered it.
By Kohl Younger5 years ago in Fiction
Allena Abigail Burkhardt: Part 4
Her muscles ached. Hours sitting in a fixed position probably wasn’t what most physical therapists would have recommended for a Saturday morning. And not the potential gym visit she had been anticipating. With little opportunity to stretch her legs, Allena was essentially trapped to her vantage point in the dense brush. She’d been forced to trespass in a garden opposite a pretty little residence with a wisteria vine archway, densely growing garden bed, and several fruit trees. Allena strongly suspected they were pear trees, or perhaps apple if not only for her immediate pear craving, having forgotten her lunch –featuring said fruit– on the kitchen counter at home. The trees bore a few, seasonally confused flowers along the branches, perhaps curtesy of the bout of warmer weather they had had a week ago. The house under observation was painted white, accented with a pale green. It had received many visitors since she had arrived. The first she had seen had been non-other than Ted Bennett.
By E.B. Mahoney5 years ago in Fiction
The Hiraeth Gatekeeper I
On the Trail IV - The Hiraeth Gatekeeper I A worsening trip Farther along, farther back Down and up, the same ______________*_____________
By rusch5 years ago in Fiction
Lemonade
When I met Henry he was everything I wanted as a girl. He was charming, handsome, respectful and most of all a real gentleman. We used to sit by the fire and just laugh for all hours of the night while he held me in his arms. He was absolutely the man of my dreams. I just wish I knew about his sickness before I married him. I don't think I would've stayed with him if I did. Mrs.Morrison you are aware that there’s something much worse than your husbands ‘’sickness’’ I replied wearily. As she straightens her back I couldn’t help but notice her start to stare off into the distance. Was she staring at the tree in her front yard? Or was she staring at the wallpaper that was beginning to peel.
By Neomy Briana Rodriguez5 years ago in Fiction
Benighted: (1) The Case of Marisol
She had been blind. Young too—probably around seventeen or eighteen years old. Zelmyr was able to determine this information solely based on the fallen petals along the ground. She had sold flowers—marigolds to be specific. Her vivacious air registered through the petals and into his slender fingers.
By Reiley5 years ago in Fiction
The Wine Collector
Two adult sisters with strawberry blonde hair once lived with their parents on a small vineyard in France. The elder sister was twenty-six and known for her temper. The younger was nineteen and by far the prettier and more playful of the two.
By Max Burns-McRuvie5 years ago in Fiction
You Can Find Me in the Marigolds
Nature is a force with the power to end or begin things as it pleases. It exerted this faculty over my life in a constant cycle of creation and destruction. Starting and stopping. Ebbing and flowing. It made me dizzy how it giveth and taketh away without bias. But I’d learned to find the gratitude for all that was and wasn’t. And so it was on that winter night, as I drove home to my Mama for the first time in years. I was simply grateful, for what was coming and what was leaving.
By Kemari Howell5 years ago in Fiction
Caught Up or Set Free
I dug all day until the night fell and by the time I finished I had a duffle bag filled with stuff I found including the bones. I know they were bones because I eventually found the skeleton head. I did not panic when I found it because at that point I was tired and already had my suspicions. I did not start out digging either, I was there kneading the soil around the barn I had just destroyed and burned, that’s a whole other story that I already told [The Farmhouse Web], when I stumbled across some hard objects. One thing led to another and here I am with the duffle bag of stuff and bones. I filled the hole I dug and completed the kneading. I was able to plant some unknown seeds that I had found in the barn prior to destruction. I hope they grow and prosper to cover and erase all trace of a barn that once stood.
By Christina DeFeo5 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Coven
January 13th 2013 in Washington DC. A presidential parade and security is standing guard at the re-election of President Obama.
By Quatae Boone5 years ago in Fiction
Smoking marigolds
"She was the sweetest little old lady... I never would have known!" Kathy breathed to her husband, exasperated. Her head hit the pillow after a long day visiting homes of those she cared for. She sighed and turned to John. "You reckon I should say something?"
By Amy Kidd5 years ago in Fiction