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That wasn’t the third thing I did that made me look suspicious. It was the suitcase.
Mimosa Mitchell was an 85-year-old “pillar of the community” and matriarch of one of the most prominent families in Petunia Springs.
I had known Bill for five years but had never seen him outside the office. “Don’t you find that strange?” Annie asked me one evening.
That afternoon, she still believed that her father had not meant what he had done. Once the black cloud had lifted, as it always did, he would come to his senses and beg Mum’s forgiveness.
- Length: 14 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
I would be staring past the characters at the painted background. Faraway hills and tall summer trees against a wide horizon. What was there?
- Length: 9 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Sci-Fi
When a friend asks Ethan to test out his new navigation app for a journey across the country, Ethan happily obliges. However, as with most new apps, it's not uncommon to run into a few bugs along the way.
- Length: 13 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
“Three years,” I tell her, “Three years since I saw you in the courtroom, lying to save your husband. Perjuring yourself and destroying our case.”
- Length: 17 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Horror
What happened that day saved my life, and there is no way I would call what happened there a small tragedy
“It’s all right for you; you’re not meeting a brother you didn’t know you had. And I’ll tell you this - I’ve got a bad feeling about him already.
- Length: 18 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Crime
Perhaps I even saw it as a foretaste of things to come: the hopefully not-too-distant days when my destiny would be fulfilled, and I’d be a key inhabitant, one of the new history makers.
Was this the reason his store had seen such a sudden decline in sales? And if so, what was so special about this new wave of bobbleheads?
My office opens the earliest on the square, before the newsagent, the butcher, the café, or the florist. My clients tend to wake early if they have slept at all.
- Length: 4 pages
- Age Rating: 15
- Genre: Horror
The crowd murmured as the rope was placed around the victim’s neck. It was at that moment the boy started crying.
‘Mummy, do something. I don’t want to die.’
- Length: 19 pages
- Age Rating: 15
- Genre: Horror
I asked my mother once when I was old enough to figure things out if I was an accident. She smiled and said no, more of an afterthought.
He wondered if he died there, would he grow into the poplar and live forever towering over the valley? It appealed to him, but dying could wait. At sixteen, life offered too much.
- Length: 12 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.
“Go to Goldman’s Greenhouses. Joseph … will start you … at a buck sixty an hour.” His lungs empty of smoke, “Go talk to him. He’s your uncle. He’ll hire you.
A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.
Detective Inspector Dave Box entered the room: an elderly man sat motionless in a wheelchair in a blue dressing gown open at his pale chest, revealing sparse hairs and a plastic tube entering the bottom of his throat.
My mum is the undisputed tea-drinking heavyweight champion of the world… or at least the whole of South Lexington Avenue.
Shepherd's family made money by being outlaws. Well, outlaws in the governments' eyes.
Olly Rice had given his life to literature, but what had literature given him? A wound in the head that oozed something worse than blood or brain matter.
Dessie O'Connell was 6 feet 3, thick of bone, and naturally muscular. Unlike almost all of the actors with whom he'd first competed for parts, he hardly needed to work out in order to resemble a Hellenic god.
The spark of his life was fading, but his mind was still sharp, and his memories cocooned him.
"Damn thing," old Ernie muttered, glancing up from his laptop. He reached out to shut off the annoying noise but noticed the call was from his area. This was unusual.
