Mystery
PurgaStories
Jimmy Fenton sat in his work cubicle scrolling aimlessly through his social media feed. Jimmy was a journalist at a mediocre news station and hadn’t contributed much during his time there. He longed for the chance to catch a big break and find that life changing news story that would finally make him visible to his colleagues. As he scrolled past countless memes, faked food hacks and subscription service advertising, he came across an ad that grabbed his attention.
By Ryan Barbin aka “Dirt”5 years ago in Fiction
Monsieur Death
A knock on my door woke me. I hadn’t even realized I was sleeping. Stupid humans, always wasting their time on useless things. I paused on my way to the door, thinking back. I couldn’t remember what sleep had been like. Alright, that may have been a bit scary. I shook off the feeling and opened the door. An older blond woman stood there, smiling so much it must have hurt her face.
By And I am Nightmare5 years ago in Fiction
Tightly Wrapped.
It all started on Wednesday the 21st of July 2021, I woke that morning at 6am. It was a chilly 14 degrees in Cairns and I had left my ceiling fan on so it felt more like it was only 9 degrees. I like to wake with a minimum of 22 degrees and hope it reaches at least 32 degrees by lunch time. I have now lived here for 13 years and love the place.
By Andrew James McNicol5 years ago in Fiction
The Inspector of Dead Letters
David had been handling a strangely high amount of suspicious looking brown paper packages lately. It was customary for a mail-man to receive one or two, but in the past fortnight the sheer velocity of suspicious brown parcels placing into unsuspecting mailboxes had David furrowing his brow in confusion.
By Rachel M.J5 years ago in Fiction
Gone
Annabelle was up at dawn, as usual, even though she didn’t have anywhere to be, or anything to do. She drank her coffee as she stood in the small kitchen of the cabin she had rented for a week. She stared out of the window over the sink into the deep woods. Most of the trees had dropped their brown leaves, but some still clung stubbornly onto forlorn limbs.
By Mary Medlock5 years ago in Fiction
The Waverly Manor Incident
Not looking up from her computer screen, Shelia asked, “You’re all aware of why I have gathered you here?” Three of the four people seated in front, the person seated next to her and the one standing beside her, all nodded. The fourth, Mrs. Watson, did not. She instead looked blankly ahead. An octogenarian widower from 12B, Mrs. Watson did not know where she was or why she was here. However, she knew it would come to her in time, so she settled back and held her tongue.
By Dr Oolong Seemingly5 years ago in Fiction
