Write about a missing person nobody seems to know or remember.
Posted in Thriller and Suspense on Oct 26, 2022
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“Ivan Isn't Here, or Who Is Ivan?” by Kevin Broccoli
Ivan was not in attendance at Dalia’s christening, because nobody knew who Ivan was or whether he had been, or if he could be. The beautiful christening dress was too small for Dalia, and that’s just the sort of thing her parents would have blamed on Ivan had Ivan been someone they were familiar with on the day their child was introduced to the Lord. Dalia’s mother, Reina, remembered a dis...
“The Girl from the Snow” by Sallie Castile
The Girl from The Snow By Sallie Castile It was quiet on the moor, secretively quiet, as though the thick layer of snow was hugging every sound down into the earth. Birds were hovering over the leafless, skeleton branches of the trees, but no birds sang. Th...
“The Last, First Kiss” by Lexie Eldridge
Everyone remembers their first kiss. Sometimes it’s with your first crush or some random kid under the slide. Mine was with my childhood best friend. Her name was Becca Kent. She had brown hair that her mom braided intricately and always wore red overalls, faded from frequent wear. We did everything together. Sometimes, we even did things we knew would get us in trouble. One day we found a movie shoved under the TV stan...
“Employee of the Year” by John K Adams
When two police detectives entered the accounting department, everyone looked up. They quickly returned to work.Head of accounting, Cynthia, bid Penelope Grass into her office.Once inside, Penelope said, “I want a lawyer.”The cops looked at each other. Cynthia stared at her desk, shaking her head.Detective Stiles said, “We have a few questions, Ms. Grass. No one’s making accusations.”“Talk to Shelly, in HR. She deserves a grilling.”The detective’s talk with Shelly had led them to Penelope. Shelly ...
“I am Nobody” by Chris Winters
I AM NOBODY 1. Walking the beat by the pier in San Francisco was a daunting task, especially for officers Dunne and Ruiz. Day after day and night after night, depending what shift they were on, always brought homeless vagrants to the pier. They would sleep on benches, under trees and some o...
“The Missing Son” by Nisha Shirali
Trigger warning: blood, self-harm, violence, slight sexual content Crimson blood webbed out like tree roots down the porcelain sink. Lydia observed the blood with cool detachment as it dripped from her left wrist, which was slit by the pen knife clutched in her right hand. The blood evaporated within seconds, and she barely felt the pain. It was nothing in comparison to the ache from the absence of her fi...
“Little Boy Lost” by Rudy Uribe
“I’m sorry it took so long,” The doctor said as he walked into the waiting room. Marvin and Rebecca stood. “No, please, sit down.” “What is it, doctor? I don’t like the look on your face,” Rebecca said. “Mr. and Mrs. Chatsworth, the MRI shows a mass near the hypo...
“Memory, Oil on Canvas” by S. Thomson
ㅤOn the morning of his 34th birthday, Tommy Morris sat up in bed and hit his head on the ceiling. He collapsed back onto his pillow and rubbed the sore spot on his forehead. With his other hand, he touched the newly exposed patch of plaster. It matched several other spots on the ceiling where the paint had fallen away. Tommy swung his legs over the side of the top bunk and jumped down onto the carpet with a thud. He look...
“The Ghost Adagio” by Swan Anderson
(trigger: suicide) In the basement of the Kenmore Conservatory of Music, the practice rooms are dark and gloomy, with radiators that clank like Marley's ghost and leaking steam that clogs your lungs like molasses. The students hate to use them, but that's where all the instruments are.Room 8 is the worst of all. It has the noisiest radiators and thickest steam, and the fluorescent lights flicker constantly, giving you a headache. But that's not why no one wants to go in there.They say it's haunted. Year...
“The Ghost of Happy Jack McGee” by Patrick OMasters
In central Montana, just east of the Continental Divide lies the remains of a boomtown that during the area's gold rush was abustle with merchants, a few settlers, and hopeful sourdoughs dreaming of a rich strike. Locals tell stories of one "Happy" Jack McGee, a man who left his home in Virginia for the goldfields of the California Gold Rush where he had a very successful claim that netted him a small fortune in gold n...
“Nurse Sandy ” by Kaylee Aleece
The center was quiet for a seasonal afternoon. Usually, the residents sat around playing bingo, cards, or dominos. The other residents plopped themselves in front of the television for entertainment. But today, everyone seemed to be in their rooms, patiently waiting for the day to end, so the cycle continued. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened; some staff remarked that every day was groundhog’s day. Nothing ever ...
“Trees” by Leah Murphy
**Warning: Coarse Language** Outskirts of Salem Town, Massachusetts. 1694 A brutal February wind rattled the front door of the lonely farmhouse. Small wisps of cool air wafting in through the thin walls tested the warmth of the dull fire burning. The sisters dined on salt pork stew in an awkward silence. “Abigail, the trial-” ...
“Fade” by Delia Strange
The constant murmur of conversations was punctuated by sounds of clinking glass and cutlery on china. Light classical music poured from discreetly placed speakers and added to the background noise. Through large plate windows the city twinkled beyond the famous opera house and the harbour where it sat. I was taking a sip of water when Claire brought up a name that struck me as vaguely familiar.“Did anybody find out what happened to Lisa Griffin?” she asked.“Was she an actress in something?” Tom didn’t look up when he spoke, ...
“Changeling ” by Kaleigh Johnson
A chill bit through Hanna’s thin shawl. She wrapped it tighter around herself, brushing off errant leaves. Her head hurt and the world slightly spun. She put a slender hand on the trunk near her and took in the sight and smell of the forest. It didn’t make sense. How did she get here? Her mind was a fog, but Hanna was sure it had been a beautiful spring day when she had come to pick mushrooms for dinner. Now, she hardly ...
“Fuzzball Fry’s” by Ophelia McBride
The old electronics store had closed down years ago. But those who remembered it knew it was so much more. Every child would beg their mother to stop on their errands to run into the store and see him. The pride of the quiet town. He played every Friday and Sunday, from 12:30 to 1, a schedule every kid had engraved into their brains. And on those days, when the summer days got hot, or when the winter wi...
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