Mystery

The Tower
I remember the first time I saw the place; a looming presence in the late night fog, the moon taunting me over the barbed wire fence as I followed the officers through the front gate. They buzzed us in, stopping me a mere few feet from the doorway as I stepped through to strip me of my belongings and place them in a small brown bag.
By Mary Collins5 years ago in Fiction
Locket of Hope
As the awaited detonation occurred; Reese curled up and held on tightly to the heart shaped locket. He could feel the floor underneath him tremble as if it were holding onto something too. The ground shook for another thirty seconds after the initial burst. After a minute of trying to pull himself together, Reese could finally stand up and check his surroundings. As he looked around the small florist shop, he saw the shattered windows, all the arrangements and vases all over the floor. This made him distraught about his love and hoped she was safe. Reese finally decided to walk out of the florist possessing a single rose. As he walked down the street, he saw all the devastation made by the nuke, cars up in flames, bodies of stragglers and even more destroyed businesses. He arrived at 25th street to his family’s general store and glancing into in it he sees all the shelves tipped over. He then thinks about his mother and father; he checks his phone…no service. Glances to the left outside of the door on the sidewalk and sees a bike that was in decent shape. He hopped on the bike and rides to his house. For the hour that he is pedaling he feels his father’s presence and remembers the times when they would ride bikes through the trails in the mountains; through all the streams and over that bridge going across the river. He hoped a month ago would not have been the last time he spent time with his father, but it certainly felt like it. By the time he got to the house, Reese was depressed and anxious to see his parents. As he pedals into the driveway and hops off, he sees a tree that landed through the middle of the house, laying through the living room, kitchen and his parents’ bedroom. He started sprinting to the front door that was untouched, he opened to find his mother kneeling down, sobbing. Laying in front of her was Reese’s father, taken by one of the rafters. Reese kneels beside his mother and holds her. After a while Reese leaves his mother there and heads back onto the bike. Searching for his girlfriend, he pedaled until he got to Briar Lynn High School and the sight of the building made Reese uneasy, but without much hesitation and a good grip on the locket, he ran into the front doors and down every hall. Until he heard alarming voices coming from the direction of the library, he then rushes to down the English hall to the last doors on the left. He then barged through the doors and he saw her, with a bookshelf on top of her and her study group trying to assist. Reese then rushed over to them and served with every muscle in his body to move the shelf. As Jane was freed, she had a glow in her eyes and as Reese helped her get onto her feet, he had a huge grin on his face, although Jane had a discomforting smile and sharp pain in her right arm. They stood there staring into each other's eyes, in tears, they embraced each other. After the minute of contact Reese stepped back and looked around… no one was there he then asked, “Where did they go?” and she replied,” Who? We are the only ones here.” Reese stood there looking around, confused. After a couple minutes of trying to figure out what happened he finally looked at Jane and said, "Jane... I am so glad you are okay...", he hands her the locket and the rose, "This is for you." he added. Jane struggled to open the locket, so he opens it for her. Reese hands it back, "I love you, Jane." She blushed and smirked as she gazed upon the small picture of them from their first date on the top of the Ferris wheel. She then looks up to him and says, "I love you too, Reese." He then grabs her by the waist and pulls her in for a kiss and she drops the heart shaped locket...
By Christen Schiel5 years ago in Fiction
The End of Sunset
All my life I thought I’d grow up to be a well respected lawyer. I did not see this day coming. My family vanished and humanity became nothing but a numb creature to devour everything in its way. We are beyond caveman ways now, we are surrounded by a smart and deceitful breed of humans that evolved under this new world pandemic called the zombie virus. My name is Ursula. I am writing in my diary today to help make sense of this present which will soon be known as history in hopes of the future finding out what happened to those who denied abiding and why we look like the terrorists. The zombie virus was nothing like the movies. Metaphorically it is reasoned to be known as that because people lose their senses. They mentally are confused, unaware of their existence. Nobody knows how it started other than it being on a Fourth of July. I was with my family camping out in Delta woods. The most secluded area you could find. There were only about 4 other families that were there with us. My son and daughter were playing by the river when we heard fireworks. Then in the blink of an eye, my husband disappeared and my children too. I thought I was hallucinating however it was clear they were taken. I started to feel fuzzy and unable to comprehend the nature of the environment I was in. I was losing it. I did not know who I was anymore. That is what actually helped me cope with my family’s vanishing. I smelled smoke coming from the river but I locked the doors to the cabin and shut the windows. I drank a lot of water. I was determined to stop feeling drugged. My mind could not find peace. I was surrounded by turmoil of the mind that is. I passed out in the bathtub. The next morning I woke up to the news.
By S.Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
My Necklace! My Power!
Inside a small gray box with a tiny red ribbon laid a stunning 24k gold heart-shaped locket with a diamond in the center. You're probably like, "OMG," sounds expensive, right! Who would have gotten you something so fancy? Had you asked me, my response would've been, "if I told you, I'd have to kill you"! No, I'm just kidding. I wouldn't hurt a fly. In other words, if you were there, you would've known, but you weren't. So I'll tell you. My grandma is the beautiful soul that gave me the stunning piece of art. I added it to a necklace. When I opened the box, I almost burst into tears! Lol, I said almost, but I didn't. I was very shocked that "My Grandma" had gifted me such luxury! Knowing my grandma doesn't believe in paying an arm and a leg for nothing. She is a well-known thrift shopper. My grandma is that lady in the store that catches all the sales and stacks all the coupons! I have witnessed her entire bill of thrifty finds total to only $8.00. Nowadays you can't even buy a t-shirt for $8.00, less known a bar stool, a small corner shelf, some tennis shoes and a ring all for $8.00, tell me how! I swear I think the lady is addicted to thrifting. I can't blame her. I would be too catching deals like that. My grandma is also the one who will notice an issue with the already used item and inform the clerk to call the manager and negotiate the price. When I say she is good, She is Good! I opened the box and seen the locket. I couldn't imagine what she, the clerk, and the manager all had to experience for her to commit to buying such a beautiful piece. I am curious because this was the best birthday gift ever, especially coming from my sweet granny!
By Jocelyn Joe5 years ago in Fiction
Countdown
A young man around the age of 18 groaned, finding himself lying face up and looking at the cracked ceiling. His vision blurred in and out, and he blinked his blue eyes in order to make it clearer. He took a glance at his legs to see two concrete slabs covering them in the shape of a teepee, leaving just enough space in the gap for his legs to be squeezed underneath, long cutting off the circulation. He groaned and felt around for something to pry the large slabs so he could have room to move his legs...He found a large pipe and propped it up, beginning to slide out with difficulty, he braced his abdominal muscles together in efforts to help his process. Inch by inch the young man slowly slid his lower legs out and let out a huge sigh at the effort, laying back on the ground to catch his breath. He shuddered slightly at the tingling sensation in his lower legs, wondering how long they had been like that. He leaned with his head back, closing his eyes before gathering his thoughts.
By Morgan T5 years ago in Fiction
The Weather Engineer
The rain had been pouring down for the past four hours, pounding and vibrating against the metal ceiling of the lab, the noise as deafening as nails on a chalkboard. She couldn't focus, so she decided to pack up and do it at the hotel, hoping it would be much quieter there.
By Nora Alvarez5 years ago in Fiction
The End of Sunset
All my life I thought I’d grow up to be a well respected lawyer. I did not see this day coming. My family vanished and humanity became nothing but a numb creature to devour everything in its way. We are beyond caveman ways now, we are surrounded by a smart and deceitful breed of humans that evolved under this new world pandemic called the zombie virus. My name is Ursula. I am writing in my diary today to help make sense of this present which will soon be known as history in hopes of the future finding out what happened to those who denied abiding and why we look like the terrorists. The zombie virus was nothing like the movies. Metaphorically it is reasoned to be known as that because people lose their senses. They mentally are confused, unaware of their existence. Nobody knows how it started other than it being on a Fourth of July. I was with my family camping out in Delta woods. The most secluded area you could find. There were only about 4 other families that were there with us. My son and daughter were playing by the river when we heard fireworks. Then in the blink of an eye, my husband disappeared and my children too. I thought I was hallucinating however it was clear they were taken. I started to feel fuzzy and unable to comprehend the nature of the environment I was in. I was losing it. I did not know who I was anymore. That is what actually helped me cope with my family’s vanishing. I smelled smoke coming from the river but I locked the doors to the cabin and shut the windows. I drank a lot of water. I was determined to stop feeling drugged. My mind could not find peace. I was surrounded by turmoil of the mind that is. I passed out in the bathtub. The next morning I woke up to the news.
By S.Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
Venomous
The rain fell hard as everything around the city began to burn down to the ground, fighting to put out the fire. People running for cover as the military soldiers came marching in one by one, throwing gas bombs in every direction toward the masses, using gas masks to protect themselves from getting knocked out or even killed with the noxious gas. Pulling my hood over my head, I followed them in the darkness of the shadows, snatching a stray gas mask left behind on the ground.
By Adrian Edwards5 years ago in Fiction
The Final Generation
I opened my eyes and the blue lights flowing down from the ceiling were blinding. I had to rapidly blink several times to be able to keep them open. I realized I was strapped to the bed so tightly; it would be impossible to escape. The white rooms made my heart beat faster in my chest, and the cold air was freezing. I wondered how I survived in this cold room. I recognized Henry with his old beat-up framed glasses lying to my left, and Arthur on my right. Earlier today I spotted them as I was walking towards my class, that’s the last thing I remembered. There were no monitors in the room keeping track of their heart rate, I had no idea if they were alive or not. I quietly said their names, and then raised my voice as loud as I could, having difficulty with the low amounts of air in my lungs. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down. I was two years older than my friends. I had to come up with a solution fast before someone came to check up on us. A window with blue curtains was an escape route I considered. I would rather break a bone or two than be stuck here. The sound of heels was echoing in the hallway, I kept my eyelids closed shut. As they were continuing, a soft hum was audibly happening at the same time.
By The Lady in White 5 years ago in Fiction
Fenced In
He came up slowly from sleep, for a moment reasonably comfortable and warm. As consciousness returned, the aches began to set in. Resigning himself to wakefulness, he opened his eyes and saw the familiar tin roof overhead. His feet left the covers and met the rough planks of the floor as he rose slowly from his bed with a groan and began to shuffle towards the washbasin.
By Matthew Shearer5 years ago in Fiction
The Day America Died
My parents and I were living in Albuquerque New Mexico living the good life or should I save average would be more accurate we had what we needed but we were in no way wealthy but were not poor either.
By Kaylee A Macmillan5 years ago in Fiction
Ever Kept
The metal is cold in my hands. The place in my chest where a heart beats is colder. Do I still have a heart? I have the locket. It's in the shape of a heart. I scoot a bit closer to the fire, squinting at the spear of light reflecting off the locket's polished gold surface. I start to open it, but my eyes cloud. I don't want to see what's inside. I want to see who is inside. I want them here, and seeing the pathetically small picture inside the locket will only serve to remind me that they aren't. In a fit, I yank it away from my neck, snapping the golden chain. I squeeze it so tightly, my knuckles turn white. I can't take it any longer. I flip the locket open, and pull it so close to my face that the glass fogs up from my breath.
By Emmet Mathieu5 years ago in Fiction