Petunia: A Mytery Fiction

It was a normal evening at my house then all of the sudden we got this phone call from my Aunt Mary. Shocked, my mom answered, my Aunt was calling saying that my Aunt Angel got into a medicine cabinet. Mary said to my mother very shocked and scared,

A new family has moved into the plantation behind me. There is a much older woman; I assume she is the matriarch of the family. Also, there is a

Today April 10, 2016. This spring I have watched with awe the breaking through of the flowers that have been out of sight all winter. It is almost as if they have been in reserve for several months waiting for a call to come out of the ground. They have been frozen, drenched with water from the winter rains, and snow piled on top of them for days. Yet, when the time of their arrival comes from that bulb or seed, suddenly that green stem begins to emerge. As it emerges it begins to transpose into its own personal flower, the lilies do not look like the irises or the mums, the peonies take on their own special look. One flower in peculiar I was watching for was a peony. We have two rows, one has four large peonies in it the other has seven. All

She gestures us inside and I could cringe at the aroma alone. The smell of channelle makes me think someone dropped a whole bottle. Other than that, though, the view, at first sight, reminds me of my grandparents. My grandma would bake the cookies and while my grandpa would munch on them, she would put everything back where it belongs and makes sure everything is left neat. The mahogany table is perfect for two people, maybe four and the kitchen space is just the right size for my cooking needs. A maple red door frame leads to the living room and the antique upright piano the color of amber is the first insight. Every one of the eighty-eight keys and its leather padded bench contributes to its value.

them, I felt nothing but despair. I was afraid of what would happen to me once the truth was

I have felt guilt once when I took $20 from my grandmother from her purse but them confessed but did not get punished.

rd the drunk guy and what the drunk guy was saying. Also, was your mother talking too? And, what was the call like to 911, what were you thinking and feeling as you were trying to call and the phone wasn’t

IN A THINLY-VEILED attempt at telling every woman he has on Snapchat that he now exercises, a 29-year-old legal profession said he can't wait to start rooting again, using his soon-to-be chisel body as a potent sexual weapon, which none of them are going to be able to resist.

“Knock Knock Knock,” goes the sound as my grandmother walks through the front door. My eyes are drawn to the bags in her hands as she begins spreading out their contents on the table. Scattering through paintbrushes, feathers, and massive amounts of acrylic paints I become more and more excited by my new treasures.

The house looks much different now. You’ve made it a cheerful and pleasant place. Nonetheless, I’m going to watch over you just in case there is even a glimmer of truth that your aunt was right.”

When my father called it was 11:30 am as I was making lunch for my cousin. I turned off the stove and reached for the cellphone on the left

Panicking I almost forgot the number to dial. My mom ran over to the car forgetting to shut the door,my mom saw a girl in the in the driver side or

Have you ever done something so irresponsible, and then felt so guilty about it. I have and trust me it is the most unpleasant feeling ever. That aggravating feeling that just aches in your body, the building courage to go and apologize, but you just can’t, and you just don’t know why. Everyone has probably had that feeling, and unfortunately it isn’t the most pleasant. I have had such an experience, I will never forget such a moment. It is forever burned into my brain. It was the time I was getting horrendous grades in all of my classes and I was hiding assignments from my parents.

close the door. Then she called my dad and told him about the snake and he rushed

My grandmother’s house has a very special place in my heart. As the family has gotten older and we have all had our own children we do not visit as we should. I visited with my grandmother many times when I was little. Her house always seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. As you walk into the back door of her house you would notice a long, narrow kitchen that led into the main living and dining room of her house. The smell of food home cooked food was quite evident. Grandmother cooked every day and always cooked big meals on holidays for the family.