Mystery
RBK
Water dripped on the floor as a tall dark man stood on the floor mat. Removing his hat, he walked up to the front counter. The officer behind the counter was busy behind the counter looking down at the desk. The man tapped his hand onto the counter to make his presence known. Without looking up he tells him to have a seat. The man rustled with his wet hat as took a seat in the main waiting room. He takes notice of the time as he waits patiently.
By Tony Nelson5 years ago in Fiction
Charlie's Web
Charlie’s Web: Part 1 Eight years of working homicide cases and this is the first time I found a body in a barn. There aren’t exactly a bunch of them in Police District 2 of the city of Denver. Sure, maybe twenty years ago, okay more like fifty, this area was nothing but farmland. Now, it’s filled with homes worth more than a half million dollars and more gourmet coffee shops than I care to imagine. This is where I grew up, my ‘hood. Except for this one, tiny little sliver of land that never joined the 21st century, I can tell you anything you want to know. So of course, someone had to find a body here.
By Josh Hirsch5 years ago in Fiction
Don't Tell
I was spending the night at Annie’s house. She lived in a big Victorian on the edge of town. It had a veranda and a lawn in front with a barn in the back. I lived with my mom and brother in a triple-decker by the school. There was no lawn and it was always noisy and cramped.
By Faye Hanson5 years ago in Fiction
A Hint of Lavender
It was the barn of my dreams. Vast and old, the scent of hay and horses lingered in the air. I loved to visit it when we were in Kansas seeing my grandfather. The man was an old hat at farming, but none of his five children or grandchildren ever picked it up. But that didn't stop us from visiting every summer to help him with the same harvest he’d tended to alone for decades, never complaining, always working.
By Nicole Deviney5 years ago in Fiction
A New Game of Chance
There it was, unexpectedly; big, vivid, red letters standing in stark contrast to the non-descript nut brown paper they were emblazoned across. SUSPISHUS. Alex and Jordan stopped mid-step; their conversation cut off midsentence. Alex’s grip on their bag of groceries tightening involuntarily. Neither of them could believe what they were seeing. Neither of them wanted to see it. Sitting unavoidably and confrontationally in front of their door was a Suspishus package. They were on a timer now and they both knew it. Six hours and counting.
By Clint Jones5 years ago in Fiction
The Woman From My Dreams. Top Story - July 2021.
Darkness asserted itself like a solid force gently pressing me into my bed. Autumn’s cool breath drifted in through the open window. Curtains danced somewhere near the window, filling the darkness with the whispering of their skirts. My eyelids grew heavier and slower with each blink. Nearby, the purring of my feline companion washed over my consciousness like a little living motor. There was a moment in which a waking thought conjured an important memory; then the waking thoughts were no more.
By Michael Sean5 years ago in Fiction
They Call Me Steal Magnolia
Some nights, the magic neon bulb lights up your skull and you're reading their cards like an open book. You can't make a mistake. Game's going like that, you can't leave. No way in the world can you leave. Lady Luck is here, and you don't know if She's ever coming back, so you'd better be ready to dance.
By Amethyst Qu5 years ago in Fiction
You Always Remember Your First
I'll always remember my first time. It was in this old, beat-up barn in the middle of nowhere, up there in the loft that I first did it. Leah Mitchell. She was my first. I'll never forget that girl. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. She had a smile that made the whole world brighter.
By Keggercast5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Green Barn
Perhaps Jonathan could have waited another ten minutes before making the final decision to demolish the old green barn on his family's small farm. Why his grandfather decided to paint this now emptied barn green, he had no idea. He thought it was time to let it go. The years growing up here have been good to Jonathan. He was the only son to have not joined the family's farm business in some capacity. He had dreams elsewhere, but throughout his life, he kept coming back to the farm. This is where he befriended Sir David, the family chicken. His imagination needed to start early, as the nearest childhood school friend was over a mile away. Sir David, in Jonathan's head, spoke like the British icon Sir David Attenborough. The pig, Piggy, spoke as Ms. Piggy, the muppet Jonathan laughed the most at.
By Anthony Diaz5 years ago in Fiction
