August Jay was born on April 24th 1987 Phoenix Arizona. Writing has been a passion of his since he was a child. Right now, he's currently a student at Full Sail University. August has been self teaching since he was in high school. He started going to Full Sail in 2016 and is working towards his BA. August's goal is to become a creative fiction writer.
The Mystery Box
"Hold on I'm coming!" I yelled as I jogged to the door buttoning my pants. Why does someone always come by at the worst time? I opened the door and was met by my driveway and an empty street. No one was there, except for a weird box on my door step. I walked into the street across from my house. I scanned to see if I could see anyone. There was a person with a backpack on a sports bike, pedaling as fast as they could. "Hey!" I shouted, and as soon as the words left my lips, they turned the street corner and vanished. I walked back to my occupied front porch and picked up the box. The box was dark navy blue with a silver trim. At first I thought the surface was leather but, it felt tougher. It felt like it was made from some kind of lizard skin. The craftmanship was beautiful, like something out of a medieval fantasy novel. On the front were three closed latches keeping anyone from opening it, no keyhole in sight.
I walked in the kitchen and placed the box on the table. Despite its size (which was about the size of my torso) it weighed almost nothing. Jamie was undoubtedly responsible for this thing. He was always buying these renaissance novelties, he must’ve ordered something before the...split. I pulled out my phone and took a picture of it. It really was a cool box, the way the sun gleamed on its surface almost made it look alive. Jaime never would’ve bought me something like this, I was almost tempted to take it for myself. Knowing him though, he would come looking for it, and I just want to be done.
"Hey, your wizard box or whatever showed up here. Can you get it the next time you come to get your stuff?" I texted and attached the photo. It wasn't long before Jamie replied, "What box?"
"The box in the picture smartass!"
"You didn't send me a picture of a box, you sent a picture of a table."
"Ugh you’re so difficult, just take it next time you stop by K?"
"Are you off your meds today?"
"OMG you’re such a jerk! I wish you would grow the FUCK UP!"
Before I sent that last one, I heard a noise coming from the box, it was hissing. One of the latches popped off with what sounded like an exhale. Then there was nothing. My legs were paralyzed for what felt like twenty minutes. I finally made a move and called Jaime, no answer. What was this thing? Nothing about that sounded friendly or...human. My phone vibrated in my hands making me scream then dropping it on the kitchen tile. No damage, Mom was calling, I answered.
"Mom!? Hello!" I could hear her breathing hard into the receiver.
"Honey are you alright!?"
"Why!? Elsa, haven't you been watching?"
"Turn on the TV Hun, please turn on the TV!"
When I turned on the TV I saw helicopters, dozens of police, and even the military. They were walking around...something. It was huge and had pinkish skin. Splashed across the news banner said, "GIANT MAN IMMOBILIZED BY US TROOPS". A helicopter pulled back, laying unconscious, sticking through half a building downtown, and covered in blood. "Jaime?"