Mystery
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
Picture Perfidy
Nerves are bundles of fibers that send impulses of sensation to the brain or spinal cord and in turn they send sensation responses to muscles and organs. Nerves are uncontrollable, even though some may argue they are, and you may very well be able to hide your nerve response, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there. I have been boxing for eight years, with a record of 50-8-2, and before every single one of those fights I was nervous as all hell. I felt tingling sensations in my fingertips, toes, and head that made me fidgety; a boxer’s jump before a fight isn’t to warm up, it’s to pump your adrenaline and rid yourself of any nerves. That’s what I was doing when there was a knock on my dressing room door.
By Christina DeFeo5 years ago in Fiction
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
