Mystery

Dystopian Heart
Shots rang through the air, causing Avery to shoot up from his bed and interrupting his much-needed sleep. He walked over to the wall, peering out from a hole caused by the decaying drywall and wood. He noted that the shots seemed to be coming from a few blocks over. This event was unfortunately nothing new to him. After realizing he wasn’t going to be getting any more shuteye for the day, he started to get ready for the day to come.
By David Kohnke5 years ago in Fiction
Dead Ringers, Chapter 1
I sat at my desk, pecking away at the keyboard, intent on finishing the slightly overdue report. Elliot was supposed to help me with it, but he had slipped away after the meeting. I wasn't the least bit shocked. It was typical Elliot behavior. If I had asked for his help though he would have stayed.
By Katarzyna Crevan5 years ago in Fiction
Word Challenge #1
It's awkward to lift your chin off your chest and discover you're the only person in the bar besides the tapper and the piano man. One blankly wiping down glassware, the other absentmindedly smoking a cigarette in the half light of the room, staring into a distant nothing. This is the state of things in the days leading up to Carnival when every juke joint and eatery is gearing up for the mob of tourists. But now it's still possible to stumble in to a dimly lit place at two in the afternoon and find a little solitude. Solitude was what I was after, after all, given how things had been going in my day-to-day. I’d never been in this bar before, but from the outside it looked inviting, like a place I should go, a place that would welcome me or at least provide what I needed. What I needed was a drink and some peace and quiet to do some thinking.
By Clint Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Water haunting
1. Start with a greeting My heart. 2. Tell her the reason for the letter How are you? I miss you and your letters. They burn the night the Regime came. I am searching for water for your bones. The Regime had given word. I do not trust them. I left before the Regime could change its mind.
By Jen N. Wong5 years ago in Fiction
Portend
The eyes go flaccid in the final moment. Unfocused. Staring at nothing. Everything. Oblivion. The image of her eyes – the dulling hazel, the pupils expanding as her rasping, red-flecked gurgling breaths ceased – would not leave his mind.
By Kevin Wingert5 years ago in Fiction
The Chocolate Underpants Caper
THE CHOCOLATE UNDERPANTS CAPER Mary Harris I’m an officer. A grievance officer. Dana Gore, assigned to Local 221, American Authors Union. All the doo-doo that agents, editors, and publishers dish out to writers ends up on my shoes. Usually, doo-doo happens because writers can be idiots. They don’t ask for contracts. They don’t read contracts if they get them. They sign contracts without any forethought or advice. Then the doo-doo hits the fan and they run screaming to me.
By Mary Harris5 years ago in Fiction
LOST LOVE FOUND----
Ava Marie woke up to another hot, humid morning. The sheets were wet from sweating all night. After the devastating, horrific war, there was very little in the way of comforts left for mankind. Ava Marie hated wars and all the men that created them. She always wondered just what the purpose of sending good men off to get shot at or to shoot at others, just what was that supposed to accomplish? When she learned that all one person had to do to end life on earth was to push a certain 'button', she thought how awful was that? All of our lives were hanging on the hopes that the magic 'button' would never be touched. However, in the year 2045, not one fool but two decided that they would push the 'button' to destroy a part of the world they didn't want to exist any longer. The only problem with that was another fool decided that he, too, wanted to rid certain countries off the face of the earth as well. No one ever thought they would push that button, but they did. What happened? They destroyed over half of the earth. The nuclear bombs not only destroyed all the water, earth, and over half the mountains where snow provided water, but it cremated humans where they were standing.
By Brenda Dean5 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Handkerchief
All of our water, gone. It all started five months ago, and today, we only have one last jug of saved water left. I woke to this the next morning, opening my dry eyes to my parents packing leather bags with our essentials. Their faces were flushed red, my mother with dry tear lines marked on them. Once I sat up, both of my parents looked at me and my mother came to my side.
By Olivia Hill5 years ago in Fiction
Visitors
I happened about 5 weeks ago. Was it a dream or a nightmare. Thousands of Orange lights in the dark sky. They are coming. 5 weeks ago I had a dream or nightmare, about ET's coming into our world. The people glorified these sightings and roamed into the fields, they never came back. Our deep curiosity will end us. Humanity has always been curious about life on other worlds, even curious about the technology we can manifest from our imagination. We believed we would eventually destroy ourselves with our technology. Not until now. It was never going to be another world war and we never created fictional stories where human beings would destroy the world. It was usually about A.I. or robots even Aliens from other worlds. Were we just deliberately trying to convince the world that it would be something else? I don't think we did. In the dream, people disappeared when they ventured into those fields. I used to think that an Advanced race somewhere in the universe would come to save us from ourselves, which is why we hear about UFO's disabling our destructive technology. I wanted to believe that human beings has engineered these so called UFO's. But Really All these stories were warnings. We sent radio signals into outer space. Sometimes we sent warnings, to them, if they should ever consider making a visit. I just imagined when reading a story or watching a movie, that these advanced civilisations would be far too afraid to come here, because in the movies these ETs had always lost their fight. We don't hear about ETs coming to the world to destroy us, maybe to save us from ourselves. But recent events tell me that they are here to prevent us from destroying ourselves. But why are people going missing. They venture into the fields and never come back. I was being warned, we were all being warned. They did not come to save us. The truth is, they have been in our world for a very long time. Many governments know, and many governments have engineered technology based on advanced civilisations visiting our world. We were not being told for very numerous reasons, like the shock and reaction the rest of humanity would have if they did exist. Or maybe we should be shocked and react badly? Why are the governments pretending they don't exist in our world right now? Maybe the worlds government has made a pact, with them. We believe our technology came from human intelligence? When really it came from ETs from other world. We are not being told, because there are rules, that a more advanced race should not interfere with a young civilisation, and to leave us to our own devices and for us to develop on our own, to find our own way. That actually reminds of the star trek movie, First Contact. The ETs would not interfere with us unless to prevent us from destroying ourselves, or only when we have advanced enough to travel space on our own, you know like created UFOs ourselves, haha. So maybe governments are really the ones flying around in UFOs, to make us believe they are ETs? Would they create a fake ET Invasion? I have had many dreams about UFOs invading the earth. But these dreams feel slightly real. I am just Warning you. What ever these Orange lights are in the sky at night, they are Not stars, and if Thousands of these orange lights come here, I am just saying, Keep Away, Don't Venture into the fields for a closer look, because you might not come back. They won't be Chinese Lanterns." Don't' Go Into The Field's "
By Elizsia5 years ago in Fiction
Tagged
She woke up freezing and pulled the industrial-sized paper closer to her chin. It had been so frequently used that it was no longer stiff like when she first formed a shelter. That was.. 12 days ago according to the bricks that were circled first clockwise, and then counterclockwise so as to not lose track of the number. The first block of time Crete could remember was only darkness and a level of silence that was not in fact silent at all. Trapped by a considerable pile of heavy objects, she spent what she might now consider a little under a week (are there days in the starving darkness? ) trying to strategically move the correct objects in the hopes of finding light. Because she could not see, she had to rely on her other senses. There was an instinctual understanding of what she was feeling, but she could not recall the name of each element-even her own name for that matter. Some surfaces were rough to the touch and others quite smooth, and still others very sharp. She had several close encounters with pain as she used her hands to feel her way around the space she was enclosed within. Eventually she found just the right object to maneuver- it was a flat surface, not too rough, and made of a material that would not bend when pushed. Though she was physically weak, she could tell there was a strength innately penetrating her will to live, to move, to continue the fight to stay alive.
By Asher5 years ago in Fiction
The Friday Night Fights
The 'law of the jungle' holds that “Might Makes Right”. Political, Corporate and Personal disputes are often resolved to the advantage of the more powerful combatants even when it's clear that such a resolution is wrong-headed and harmful.
By Virgil Killebrew5 years ago in Fiction
Blue Eden
The birds didn’t singing anymore, I realized as I sat on my perch. There wasn’t that many animals around anymore. You would consider yourself lucky if you saw a cat but there are some who were smart enough to hide. I had been in the woods for three hours, but I wouldn’t dare to let myself move an inch from my hiding place. The sun was beginning to set low into a faded purple sky. Pretty soon I would lose the light and that would mean I would lose the chance for dinner this evening. I can’t see in the dark. I could feel my hand starting to cramp from gripping the bow for so long, but I was worried of making any movement that would scare away dinner. I was determined to catch something tonight. My ears strained to listen any sort of noise that would indicate of approaching dinner but all I could hear was the leaves shifting in the breeze from the trees above me. God, I missed grocery stores. I missed everything of the life before. This is not what I do. This is not who I am. Everything about me and this situation was the opposite of what I did before.
By Nubia Chavez5 years ago in Fiction