Mystery
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
A Package for Mr. Cunningham
“Sign here for the package please, Mr. Cunningham.” The mailman said nonchalant. “Yes sir,” Charlie replied, not revealing his nervousness of having received such a package. It had no return label, and it was certified mail. As he closed the door to his small one bedroom apartment, his mind began to reel at the ideas of what the package could be for. He had paid his bills on time, paid all his taxes. He didn’t need an attorney for anything that he could think of, and he had already done his jury duty recently for a small local case of theft. He put the package down on his small four-seater dining table and took a seat for himself.
By Andrew Clark5 years ago in Fiction
Anticipation
It was 3:33 Friday As it always was when I checked my phone. I don’t know why. I’d finished school for the term and was walking on my way to find my father’s car among the corduroy of parent’s cars along the street where parents were allowed to park.
By Sergei Nester5 years ago in Fiction
The Chop Shop Part 3
Bradley Lewis was in over his head. He didn't know it yet but he had inadvertently set off a chain of events that would get him and his boss Peter in some hot water. It was not a smart plan and Bradley knew that from the beginning but what he didn't know is the other half of the story.
By Reel Vibes5 years ago in Fiction
Little Brown Paper Mirage
I can't stop staring at it and it won't stop staring at me. I grunt, I sigh, I even yell at it. I had pushed it to the other side of the table where it feels miles from me, yet it is arm's reach away. I shut my eyes, push my fingers into them, and cover my face with my hands for a couple minutes. As I uncover and open my eyes, I let my vision blur for a few seconds, thinking it is gone, hoping it has left somehow. I imagine it walked out on its own, knowing I wasn't up to its games today. I also imagine it implode into a million cardboard and paper pieces. I start to laugh, but this feeling doesn't last long when I see it still there, watching my every move, possibly hearing my thoughts.
By Brianna Kot5 years ago in Fiction
Will Through Pain
Nate was already having a pretty bad day when the little blue goblin tired to kill him. It had started when his boss had called me in on my day off for a lousy four-hour shift. To add it he had lent his car to his sister Kate for work while hers was getting work done.
By Nicholas Sommer5 years ago in Fiction
The man next door
I was the first to arrive, but at the time I didn't realise how lucky that made me. With something approaching mild bemusement I slipped the silver key into the lock and turned it. There were the faintest of clicks, and the wall of scepticism my mind had built concerning this whole situation came tumbling down.
By Paul Wilson5 years ago in Fiction
The Box
Billy hurried from the bus stop in the pouring rain, to his house, only a few hundred yards to the front door, but he was soaked. He went inside dropping his bag on the sofa. Signs that his flatmate hadn’t worked today were everywhere, stuff tidied up, washing no longer hanging on the drying rack, a bottle of wine opened with 2 glasses on the coffee table.
By Francesca Newman5 years ago in Fiction
