This is a short mystery for Write Tribe. The prompt was:

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.


Enjoy your million dollars. -Tye


a short story by Tye Owens

~Bzzt~ camera 7 now enabled.

The camera panned around the room of the ordinary household. Plain, with beige colored couches, and walls in the light shade of chai brown. An ordinary house in an ordinary neighborhood. Or so they thought.

He shifted his brooding gaze to the next camera’s monitor, observing Subject #3. The subject seemed normal for the most part, reclining on a sofa, whose claws hugged the ground, watching a cheesy comedy that someone probably spent about an hour producing. He wondered if #3’s normality would change… after the test. Continue reading


The Cabinet

Hi everyone! This is for Trifecta Writing Challenge, I have to use the word quaint (in this case meaning odd), and the story must be between 33- 333 words.

The cabinet sat in a dingy room whose nooks and crannies were contaminated by dust.

The dual handles on either side of the cabinet’s doors curved downwards in a moon shape, two intense eyes, traumatized by what they have witnessed.

His wood sat neglected and unfinished, rougher than a bed of gravel and sand. Really, this quaint artifact is allowed to be traumatized, for he has witnessed the passing of many generations. Once, the cabinet was happy. It had awoken from slumber, unaware of anything. He was somewhere, a place that all cabinets should be, a place of rowdy critters, caring people, and the good kind of dust, the kind that clings to you like a gentle hug.

There was an aura in the air, almost like a secret that was about to be whispered to him. Continue reading