Mystery
A Night to Forget
The fluorescent lights flicker above me in perfect timing, as if it were conducting a hidden song so hypnotizing, I didn’t even notice the middle-aged waitress impatiently asking me if I was ready to order. My attention quickly focused on her dishevelled uniform and mousey blonde hair escaping the single hair band that rest carefully on her right shoulder. Her tired and annoyed expression made me anxious.
By Kalina Davis5 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Car
“Unfortunately, there is no mistake,” she said, closing the file. “There was no blue car involved in this case,” continued Audrey. Tony rolled his eyes, Audrey could tell what he was going to say and she quickly put a stop to it. “I know it’s frustrating, you had a new lead but it went nowhere. We looked at the accident reports and the surveillance footage from the hotel. Not one blue car involved in anything.” Audrey was stern she wasn’t going through this again. She had spent most of her day off rummaging through Tony’s files. Files that had been gone through a dozen times before and this time wasn’t any different, again they found nothing new.
By Colleen Mitrano5 years ago in Fiction
The Bavarian Burglary
Frederick the Flea lounged in the hold of the plane reading his book. It seemed wrong that someone of his intelligence should be trapped in the pet area of the plane and not in first class. He wondered where they were going this time.
By Jennifer Christiansen5 years ago in Fiction
After Life
It’s been two weeks since I died. The night that it happened, I felt nothing. I woke up in bed, perhaps a bit dizzier than usual – but it was a warm summer evening, and I’d gone to sleep with a stomach ache, so I thought nothing of it. I stumbled to my kitchen to pour a glass of water. My dog, Teddy, didn’t react as I walked past him, a bit unusual, but not alarming.
By Jade Hadfield5 years ago in Fiction
Death of a Memory
Death of a Memory By Stephen Donnelly “You need to slow the hell down. He isn’t going to go anywhere,” my co-pilot, Denny, said to me. His knuckles white on whatever parts of the car he can get a grip on as I round a corner. My siren blaring and my cherry topper flashing the red warning to everyone else that there is danger nearby. That danger was me.
By Unabated Lemon5 years ago in Fiction
