The Demise of Mary Conner - Scene 1 by saykha, literature
Literature
The Demise of Mary Conner - Scene 1
“Are you really convinced that Mary would be capable of killing herself?” Robert’s voice was tight.
“Wh… what?” Celine felt her heart stop as her eyes flew up to meet his.
Looking at her apologetically, he stepped closer and softly placed his hands on her shoulders. “I’m so sorry for bringing this up. I’m sure you’ve been through enough pain already but … I’ve been thinking this through and none of it makes sense.”
“I don’t …” she pulled away and started walking, her eyes set on the sidewalk. “I don’t want to talk about it Ro
Watched
Dark glittering eyes watched me from across the street, and I looked back.
It was a bizarre experience.
This man was staring at me with his eyes, partially covered by his hair that was as dark as his eyes were.
I didn’t see any malice in his gaze
It was possible that he was just watching something
Or maybe he was someone shy
I wave at him
He looks at me for a second and leaves
I am still not suspicious
Maybe he was shyer than I thought
I decide to go back to my coffee
Before I can get too enthralled in the images on my phone, I hear a scream coming from in front of me.
When I look up, I see that same man from a short time
The Unexpected Proposal by ForeverEvanescent, literature
Literature
The Unexpected Proposal
An Unexpected Proposal
A man in a dark blue suit, a red tie, and glasses was walking on the beach with a woman, who was in a red dress, and had her hair up in a ponytail. The waves were coming up and down, but not too much, as the water only barely made contact with their feet. They had just left a boardwalk seafood restaurant, and decided to take a walk on the beach before heading back to their home.
The woman was looking at the man she was walking with intently. One could see this as a girlfriend looking at her boyfriend with the loving look that one would expect. However, there was something behind the look that one would have to be ve
“She’ll just go to sleep.”
“I don’t know, Myra…”
“Remember the dog? No fuss, just lay down and went to sleep. Only took a few minutes.”
“I don’t think I can do this. My nerves are shot to pieces.”
“Perfect. Be hysterical. You gotta give them what they expect.”
“But what if it looks fake?”
“Come on, you got this. You’ve been complaining about going for days with no sleep. You had to park way out in the sticks and walk that heat in zombie mode. People want patterns, neat tidy explanations. It really is a brilliant idea. Wish I’
Let Down Your Hair by SarcasticCupcake5, literature
Literature
Let Down Your Hair
Vague message, check. A mysterious meeting, check. There was even fog, a full moon, and dark men in hats and trench coats. Okay, I’m exaggerating. The platform was mostly empty when I arrived on that clear night, thin strip of moon visible above the treetops. My client‘s identifying trait was easy to spot; her nearly floor length braid seemed an impossible feat for such a young woman.
She was beautiful and bizarre, but luckily for her that seemed to be just my type. She had asked to meet me at the station for the 10 o’clock train, said she couldn’t venture into town to meet me at my office. I packed an overnight bag a
The trees beyond the cemetery are all dead, bare of leaves with branches twisted liked gnarled limbs all akimbo. They've been that way as long as I can remember. Thirty Five years and still they stand, tall, dark and tangled. Most people find it off putting, too foreboding a backdrop for a place already shrouded in death. Walking through the grove of trees I'm surprised at how tall they are, at how the trunks and branches bend and curl, some swirling up and some swirling down. I touch them and they feel strong, solid. Perhaps they're not dead after all...
I find them uniquely beautiful, stark yet majestic in their own way. I follow along thi