Mystery

Nightmare into Fantasy- Part 2
They made their way towards the house. It was a solid afternoon of work. Anthony glanced back over his shoulder, to survey their efforts. “How much would you say, what we did was worth?” He asked out of pure curiosity.
By JJ Sandler5 years ago in Fiction
Boxes and a Wall
It was the second Friday in June of 1989. I was working in D.C. My wife was doing research for her PhD thesis. I was called to meet business people at the Canadian Embassy. Some companies wanted to introduce their cuisine to America. Is there a Canadian cuisine? These guys thought so, and it was my job to consider what they said seriously. If they want to market something they call a “Beaver Tail,” I find out what that is and report back to my bosses.
By Paul A. Merkley5 years ago in Fiction
WHERE IS LOLA?
I don’t know where Lola is. I’ve sniffed everywhere. Upstairs. Downstairs. In the shoe cupboard. I go back to sitting on Len’s stomach. He pats me, but no talk of “Walks!” or “Let’s play tug of war!” No wandering around the house so I can follow him in case something happens.
By Fiona Hamer5 years ago in Fiction
Secrets of the Amos Family
Paula Amos Harold is the greatest baker on the planet. However, in the baking world she’s a mysterious figure with even more mysterious methods. Her signature TTV Chocolate Cake can not be duplicated. Her delicacies have inspired artist from Beyonce to Banksy and even resolved global conflicts. Today, I’ve compiled the most credible accounts of the history and mystery of world’s most infamous baker.
By Blake A Swan5 years ago in Fiction
My First
I’ll never forget the day I first saw him. He had green eyes that sparkled like emeralds against his porcelain skin. His windswept hair was a light brown with streaks of caramel that made my mouth water. The tilt of his mouth as he spoke, showed the confidence of a man who had overcome everything life had thrown at him without batting an eyelash. My heart thrilled, as my palms grew sweaty. It was him. The first man I would ever kill.
By Diana McLaren5 years ago in Fiction
Boxed Secrets
Sweat rushed down Anthony’s forehead as he waited nervously for the judge to render his verdict. He had been before this same judge five times this past year and he has been lenient thus far. The juvenile justice system typically is. From the corner of Anthony’s eyes, he watched his court appointed attorney rummage through a bunch of papers. He seemed unorganized and confused. Anthony still was upset at the fact that the attorney walked in to defend him not knowing his name or what he was even in court for.
By Cherrelle Penn5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate and a Crime Scene
"Another piece of chocolate cake!?" Alex roared as he walked on scene flicking the crime scene tape with his left hand. "What is with this guy?" I somberly replied. It didn’t bother me quite as much as it did Alex, but we were in different places in our careers. I just wanted to know why and help the victim’s family reach some sort of closure. Alex was nearing retirement and just irritated to have to come to the scene.
By Cheryl Marie5 years ago in Fiction
The Slice Of Cake That Was Calling Her Name
Grace was a woman who enjoyed many different flavored foods. One thing that Grace could never walk away from was a perfect good warm slice of chocolate cake. The world would feel much better if they all just had a piece of its delicious chocolate cake in Grace's mind. Years of traveling about here and there, she had tried a great deal of many different foods. She would write about all the varieties of foods that she had tried. There was always a list of her favorites and those that she did not consider to be as desirable. She listed the not so fond items because there may be others who did like them. Grace was coming up on the last few trips before her trip home. There was a place that a great many people had bragged about where the woman who made some pretty fantastic food also made the most deliciously moist cake in the world. Grace decided that she wanted to try this cake for herself.
By Shelly Bartley5 years ago in Fiction
TIL CHOCOLATE DO US PART
Natasha had wanted to be a pastry chef since the moment she unwrapped her first Easy Bake Oven for her birthday. She had worked tirelessly toward that goal for the last few years. Natasha attended a prestigious cooking school, worked nights and weekends for a catering business, and hired an expensive life coach to help bedazzle her resume and interviewing skills to land her dream job. She was as ready as she would ever be to begin this decadent adventure. As Natasha stared in awe at her shiny new kitchen with all the latest gadgets, she could feel eyes on her, and her spine tingled a creepy warning. But after introductions were made to the kitchen staff she would be working with, they went back to their preparations for the upcoming dinner crowd. She found no one staring back at her. She followed the owner of this brand new restaurant out of the kitchen and into the dining area to meet her serving staff.
By Lisa Brasher5 years ago in Fiction
Cracking the Case
Millicent MacMurphy had seen it all. She stood with her hands on her hips, staring at her friends indignantly. “Why would you do such a thing?” she demanded.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Fiction
The Lies We Tell
“Carl, any plans for today?” Monica peered over at him from her desk, gathering her peacoat from the office chair. Her long blond curls bounced around her shoulders as she pushed her arms through the sleeves and bent down to grab her purse.
By Alisia5 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Café
It was the end of the workday, I shut down my computer and rub my neck. I take a glance at my watch it was almost 9 pm. I stayed later to finish my report. It was a stressful day, with a lot of phone calls, endless meetings, and playing catch up on emails. I was tired and exhausted from today’s workload. I gather my belongings and head for the elevator.
By C C5 years ago in Fiction