Mystery

Nightmare into Fantasy- Part 3
“Ugh… what the fuck happened?” Parker’s head was pounding. It felt like his brain had grown three times its size and was trying to free itself from the prison that was Parker’s skull. He pressed his hand to his forehead in an effort to quell the pain. Where was he? It was dark when he opened his eyes. At least he could be thankful for that. Moonlight streamed through the windows in the living room, illuminating different parts of the room as the moon traversed the sky.
By JJ Sandler5 years ago in Fiction
I Finally Found It
It’s an odd sensation to have the memory of childhood, feeling as though the whole world is in front of you, while simultaneously struggling with the inability to ever actually experience that feeling again. One day you’re dreaming about everything you could be, then suddenly you’re in your twenties wondering how you got here and what the hell you’re going to do next with your life. It seems like friends and colleagues alike are just going through the motions and nobody seems to really be feeling anything anymore. We wake up, go to work, come home, go to sleep, repeat. Some of us have days off, others are pulling double shifts just to survive. We’re all stuck in this mundane routine but nobody seems to be asking “why” or challenging the way of things. Except for me.
By Anjalique Jessup5 years ago in Fiction
008
Sutton Hetti had always been quite the peculiar girl, but it was not until the great flood of 008 that the fact became a little too hard to ignore. Both her parents died in the flood in the effort to save her life. Even the very essence of her had changed since then. Her eyes were empty and void of life, her cheeks had turned too hollow, her voice was always hoarse, and she stumbled around from day to day like a zombie—without cause and without thought.
By A. Elise5 years ago in Fiction
Blurred Variables
Dear Albert, I hope this letter finds you in good health in America, and that your research in the realm of quantum theory progresses smoothly. I fear the same cannot be said of my own mental well-being. I have done something unforgivable. Or may not have done. I am of two minds about this. Let me explain.
By Josh Matic5 years ago in Fiction
Dead Letter Office
“How much to send this?” he asked in a polite but pretty nondescript tone while placing the small package on the counter top.
By R.S. MacKeigan5 years ago in Fiction
Triple Chocolate Cake
I was expecting the care package from my grandmother to come any day now, so I wasn't surprised to see one sitting by my mailbox. What surprised me was how it looked, wrapped in dirty brown paper that looked like it might have been part of a grocery bag at one time. My father's mother had more money than she knew what to do with. There was no way the package could possibly come from her. Mimi, as she preferred to be called, would probably have a heart attack if she even saw this.
By Elizabeth Owen5 years ago in Fiction
Special Delivery
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. 6:00 AM I groggily slap my hand around till I find my phone and turn the stupid alarm off. It feels too early. I open my eyes to see what time it is. 6 AM! What idiot sets an alarm for 6 AM on a Saturday?! OH, that’s right, me. I’m that idiot because today is the day. The day I finally get my shit together. And because I was the idiot that set the alarms, I can either get up now, or turn off alarms at five-minute increments for the next hour.
By Farah Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
Plain Brown Wrapper
1 My life had become isolated and uneventful since Covid-19 shut the world down. To keep my job, I began to work remotely, doing the same job I had for years, but now in my apartment. Turns out I didn’t have to commute daily through horrible traffic to a packed office full of gossip and cliques worse than high school. I was already much of a loner without many friends, didn’t go out to bars, clubs or parties and had very little social life. I enjoyed my own company and that of my cat, Bruce. I became familiar with multiple forms of delivery systems and utilized them all. Brown boxes and bags at my door were no surprise. As it turned out, the Covid-19 quarantine wasn’t so bad.
By Elizabeth Crow5 years ago in Fiction
A Greek Tragedy
“Damn, she’s pretty” David thought to himself. It was a Thursday morning in the middle of a golden September, and David Ramirez was heading to the Student Union Building to grab a quick lunch before his next lecture. On his way there he was flagged down by a familiar girl who was blessed by the gods with sumptuous curves and a megawatt grin.... Bry. “David, hey!” she waved and made her way towards him. David smiled back and finished closing the distance between the two of them “Hey Bry, good to see you!”
By Megara5 years ago in Fiction
Postal
Herbie Joyner hated his job. Sure, it took his uncle over a month of negotiation with the regional director, and transferring to the Hayvenhurst branch to open up a spot for him, but Herbie hated his job nonetheless. He wouldn’t call himself “ungrateful” about the whole thing, though. People would, especially the people who’d been queuing up to recommend a sister or a cousin or some good friend for the rare job opening that Herbie somehow snoozed his way into, only to immediately regard it with disdain.
By Mike Morgan5 years ago in Fiction
The Package
You’re overreacting, she thought as she angrily wiped the tears from her eyes. She stood outside her apartment door, staring at the little brown box sitting neatly in the middle of her welcome mat. She looked around but saw no one. You’re overreacting, she told herself again.
By Kristen Stillman5 years ago in Fiction
Special Delivery
“And that’s why I don't like those people. Their pride is all wrong. If they want to be treated like decent people then how about acting decent for a change. I knew they were up to no good. But, if I even think that I’m not being American.”
By na’im5 years ago in Fiction