Mystery
The Deep Thaw
Finally, June 15th was here, the last day of school, Lisa couldn’t wait. She had been invited to a party at Scott, a well known football player’s house. She wasn’t going to go but her best friend Susie, told her Mark would be there. Mark was also on the football team and Lisa, was so in love with him even though he had no idea who she was. She had fantasized about him all of her freshman year. What girl wouldn’t find a senior who played football sexy. That night finally came.
By Rosaline Gunn5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Chocolate
Death by Chocolate - A Murder in Three Acts Act I Tilly had spent the entire night trying to get rid of the body. She was exhausted, famished and scared but she was happy with her decision. No one would believe her if she told the truth. She would lose her family and friends. And for what? A mistake? No! No way, she was going to end up in a filthy prison cell. It was still dark and the suburban street was soulless. Soon, people would come out of their homes and a new day will begin. She had to get a grip and act naturally.
By Ana Sofia Brito 5 years ago in Fiction
Return to Sender
Return to Sender The cardboard was slightly damp, and the corners were beginning to crease. I placed the box on the countertop, not paying any mind to the sopping puddle that was forming beneath. I reached over the sink and heaved. I ran the water over my mess and wiped the filth from my lips using the back of my hand.
By Kylie Scarlett5 years ago in Fiction
Death by chocolate
It was a calm breezy fall after school evening. The sun was warm, orange and gleaming. Catching the view while the birds sang to the whistle of our young lad Charlie who has taken his normal route into the park. Every day Charlie walks straight from school to his house like a good ole boy. As he’s walking his routinely walk, a light catches his eye and for the first time he looks a different way, the birds stop to chirp.
By Angel Tejada5 years ago in Fiction
The Baker's son
Cake is a word most children know by their 2nd birthday. It becomes a part of tradition as we grow and celebrate occasions and milestones. How could anyone not enjoy a slice of decadent, beautiful cake? The flavor and variety of choices are endless.
By Laura Loflin5 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Revenge
Everyone has a breaking point. Whether it’s ten days from now or ten years. Leslie’s was today. Today was the beginning of the end. No one should have to live like this no one, is what she was thinking while applying ice to her eye and mouth. When people say there are signs no one becomes an abuser over night they hadn’t met David. In the beginning he was charming, tall, handsome, and a doctor. He knew exactly what to do and say to make you fall in love with him. He taught Leslie how to dance and how to have a good time. She never saw the night of November 15th coming.
By Rosaline Gunn5 years ago in Fiction
A Just Dessert
Nineteen Thirty-three, the height of the depression. Hitler had taken power in Germany, U.S. unemployment was at its peak, and Darla was married to Bruce. The Twenties’ had been the pinnacle of Darla’s youth. While the lounge-lizards and dames were drunk in the speakeasies, and gangsters played with the police, Bruce was busy chasing Darla. In those days, Bruce spoke words of love and desire, he would touch her gently, and he was sober. But, those days were gone. Bruce picked up the bottle the day prohibition ended, and was an abusive ogre there after.
By Jericho Osborne5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Cake
He was as rich and dark as a slice of bitter-sweet chocolate cake. She, as sweet as the layer of icing upon that slice of chocolate cake. A match made in heaven some would say, a modern day Ken and Barbie. Except in this story they’re known as William and Charlotte. It’s the age old tale about two hearts from opposite ends of the earth, both physically and socially, finding their way to each other. He swept her off her feet, and she gave him a safe place to land.
By Madison Bauer5 years ago in Fiction
Half A World Without Jazz
Half A World Without Jazz Horns humming notes soft and close enough to her ear. She tried to pretend she couldn’t hear the soft sound of the symbols, slowly and softly and speeding around the brass sphere, causing a cacophony of confusion, mixed with music in her ear. She so desperately wanted sleep but she was bothered by what appeared to be what she could hear and couldn’t see. The ceiling seemed to give way to the dark sky that was half blue, part black with gray…. Clouds formed as if a storm was on its way. Could she feel rain? Something came from above her. Drips, then it began to form in puddles, pools and burgundy streams. Moving her things. All of them seemed to drift to one side of her room.
By Delmar Coleman III5 years ago in Fiction
