Stories tagged “mysterious”

  • She Touched Me

    She didn’t say anything. My eyes followed her frame as she moved around the table. Looking back, it was like a vulture or just some really amused cat waiting for the right time to pounce on my chest. She hummed a strange tune. Wisps of her perfum...

    • Author: Allen Sale
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 2 out of 5
  • Pot Luck Fridays: Kendall's Story

    I’m taking this story down, but since I can’t delete stories…

  • You Spin Me Right Round, Baby, Right Round

    “Watch out here I come…” The music segued into an extended mix of Dead or Alive, “You Spin Me Round”. The dance floor was heating up with activity. Jackie leaned in and yelled in my ear, “I loved the eighties!” Did...

  • Take My Breath Away

    Madonna segued into Berlin, “Take My Breath Away”. We danced close as scenes from Top Gun played on a big screen at the end of the room. “Mmmm…” she murmured into my shoulder. “This is nice. I’ve missed this.”...

  • In My Mind I'm Going to Carolina

    I looked around. “That must have been some kiss.” She laughed and stood, and the dog came bounding over to sniff at my ankles. “Well, it’s your fault. You distracted me.” “I should distract you more often.” Eve...

  • Here Comes the Rain Again

    She glared back at me. “I told you it was an accident! It’s all because you kissed me and then stared right into my eyes. I wasn’t prepared for that! I told you I was deep, and you said you’d take that chance.” I winced. S...

  • My Side of the Mountain

    There were some old, spooky-looking books at one end of the shelf—with heavy bindings and even padlocks. I was almost positive they were just props—from what I’ve read, inside your head is the last place you’d want to keep the Necronomi...

  • Company for Breakfast

    The island was slightly larger than it looked from the shore, and consisted of a beach around a small copse of trees. In the middle of the trees was a picnic table, and someone had laid out a breakfast consisting of assorted pastries and a pitcher of o...

  • Into the Blue Again

    “So what happens now?” I asked, after we’d finished with breakfast and put everything away. “Well, I could keep you here forever,” Jackie admitted. “It would be nice to have someone there whenever I daydreamed…R...

  • I Can't Get Her Out of My Mind

    Any notions that it might have been a dream were dispelled when I had to go across town to pick up my car from Skinny’s. Jackie never did tell me how she’d gotten back to my place without it—she just said she didn’t have the keys. I...

  • Woman in Chains

    “So…what exactly is going on here?” I asked. Jackie sat on a dusty sofa. “Mom said that since I didn’t respect your human rights, I have to be punished. So I’m to stay in here for at least twenty-four hours, until such t...

  • An Organized Mind

    My memories were a bit blurry when I woke up, but not so blurry I couldn’t remember the broad, uh, strokes. As I drew water and shaved, I turned my attention inward, to where Jackie was sleeping on the couch. She looked happy. I was glad of that

  • inconsistencies

    I let my hand graze against the tracks of fingerprints and dust on the bar. Reaching for the clouded glass, I was already intoxicated. My being here led me to believe that I was trapped in an abyss in which nothing could save me from. A hand from behin...

  • It had to be Somebody's Home

    Near the end of ‘K’ street, just before it crosses the stone bridge, there sits an old blue house. Though it is the last thing I see when I leave town, and the first I see when I return home, it has always filled me with a peculiar kind of ...

  • And The Air Was Filled With Spices

    He followed her through the market, watching her hips sway back and forth seamlessly with the flow of traffic. Scents swirled around her like colors in the stalls, filling his nose with the leonine golden tinge of saffron and curry, the sharp black bit...

  • Loose Change

    Wailing police car sirens echoed between the wet and sticky brick walls of the ally. Muddled light from a crosswalk at the street reflected in a shiny pool of sewage, water and grease. The luminous icon of a walking man, quivered in waves of radiant wh...

    • Author: Sir Bic
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Loose Change: 2¢

    Torrents flowed violently off the tires forming a wake as the police cruiser passed over the inundated, low-lying bridge at the outskirts of town. Far in front was the glowing haze of city lights, over the hill, on the horizon and growing closer by the...

    • Author: Sir Bic
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Loose Change: 3am

    The rumbling whirr of a single street-sweeper grew ever more loudly. Twin light beams shone unsteadily through the steam of the moistened avenue’s blacktop. Amber-colored flashes reflected off the windows of a closed, corner clothing-store. There, st...

    • Author: Sir Bic
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Loose Change: 411

    His footsteps battered in rapid succession against crackling, cracked concrete. Streetlamps spread his swift-flowing outline across the pavement and into the caverns of tenable black alleyways. A darker duo of shadows hurriedly followed the first. The ...

    • Author: Sir Bic
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Beginning of the Beginning

    The greatest of journeys start with the smallest of steps. And so it came to pass, as we sat underneath the plastic canopy of the noodle cart permanently parked outside the college. My friend say happily enjoying his almost ritual bowl of wonton noodle...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Loose Change: 5&D

    His heavy eyes opened to golden rays of light; the smoldering sunrise radiated though the layers of grated platforms above. A tilting of the head and light pierced his pupils; a tilt the other way and he saw its shadow in its shade. The first section o...

    • Author: Sir Bic
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Gift of Death

    Soft whispers echo in the hallway. They grow louder and the voices are hauntingly eerie. Black smoke slithers through a crack in the doorway, nearing the bed. I watch in silence as it snakes up the headboard. The ethereal song can be heard faintly from...

  • Dancing With The Devil Himself

    I watch the man in the doorway silently, my mouth gaping open from shock. The man suddenly flicks his wrist at me and the black smoke clamps over my wrist. It feels cold, slimy.. The oily darkness tugs on me and I rise from my chair, forced to walk tow...

  • Contemplating Nietzsche

    The revolver held six bullets, but he only had three. He rolled them around in his hand, watching the moonlight reflect off their brass casings—trying not to think about how woefully inadequate they were. Fog started to creep through the woods. H...

  • Swinging Punches (Pt. 1) (Mature)

    “You’re fucking crazy!” she stammered back wiping the blood now flowing freely from her face. The bitch threw her arm back again, ready to reel forward again to hit Red in the face again. The dog-faced lump screwed up her face, aggres...