Writing the Mystery

Category: Short Stories

  • Writing on the Waves

    Writing prompts: Mine: You find a letter in a bottle…but it’s written in a foreign language…one that the main character actually understands. Finally. It’d been a long week, but I was finally at the beach. I inhaled a deep breath, sucking some of the salty ocean air into my lungs as I dropped my beach…

  • Shenanigans of the Season

    9/27/23 It’s FINALLY Fall! The Autumn season is the best, and I’ve been waiting all year for my favorite time to come, so I can break out pumpkin spice lattes, leaf blowers, and warm blankets to cuddle under while watching the memorizing glow of amazing, sugary-sweet, apple-scented candle. You have to admit, it’s a wonderful…

  • Repeated, But Not Remembered (Part 1)

    Beep. Beep. Beep. Waking up in a hospital bed, but it’s even more creepy, when you have no idea why you’re there. The monitor nearby chirped on, and the rhythm of it, was almost in time with the pounding of my headache. I tried to remember why I was here, but my thoughts were too…

  • A Little Fishy (Part 3)

    A Kaitlyn and Nick Mystery-Suspense Short Story Five hours later or roughly 11:00 p.m., A cup of steaming coffee in hand, I opened the front door. Nick was standing on my dark porch, a black file in one hand. “Hey partner.” He greeted me. “How’s the headache?” “Thanks to the ibuprofen, bearable.” I replied, stepping…

  • A Little Fishy (Part 2)

    A Kaitlyn and Nick Mystery-Suspense Short Story Nick shoved his food out of the way and yanked my plate towards him. He started to ripped off the bun to my hamburger and began to poke around with the pickle and lettuce. “What are you doing?” I managed to ask, before resting my forehead on my…

  • A Little Fishy

    A Little Fishy

    A Kaitlyn and Nick Mystery-Suspense Short Story “I’m not even hungry.”  I admitted, drawing lines in the condensation that clung to my glass of Sprite. My partner, Nick Kyles, looked up from the menu he was reading and asked, “Really?” “Big lunch.” I answered, and then added, “Plus, I don’t do fish. Or crab.” “What…

  • Missing for Christmas

    Missing for Christmas

    6:04 p.m. “Natalie, you’re still here?” Natalie Flames hurled a silver dart at the board and the rubber tip hit with a thud. “Yeah.” She picked up another and aimed it as her cousin, Nathan, appeared in the doorway with a cup of eggnog in his hand. “I thought you were going to the party…

  • Missing for Christmas

    Missing for Christmas

    Christmas Eve, 5:59 p.m. Jane quickly but calmly pressed a series of buttons onto the keyboard. Suddenly, the noise shut off and the screen switched to that of a desktop. “It’s a virus.” She quickly explained. “Somehow, we got one on this thing, and Dad can’t seem to get it off. Thankfully, there’s a shortcut…

  • Missing for Christmas

    Missing for Christmas

    Christmas Eve 5:52 Mrs. Greg started up the stairs in the living room and Daniel and Nates followed close behind. “Did you find anything?” She asked, after clearing her throat. “Not yet.” Nates replied, as he reached the top of the stairs. Mrs. Greg’s shoulders sagged at the news, but she still motioned to a…