Mystery

Who Is It That's Stealing My Food?– Part II
This is an extension of my original story for an unofficial vocal challenge. You can read Part I to catch up here: ******************
By Calvin London2 years ago in Chapters
The Curse of Wolfenstien-II
A/N:– Thank you so much for taking the time to read. I really appreciate you! If you haven't read 1st Chapter, you can read them too first.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Chapters
Before It Ends. Top Story - February 2025. Content Warning.
I sat there for several moments trying to process everything that Aunt Mina had said. A curse put on the family by my Aunt Renee? This "shadow" that would try to drag my mom under the bed? It definitely sounded like something that could be induced by too much drinking. Maybe Aunt Mina was right? Maybe it was just my mom freaking out over old memories and hallucinations brought on by drinking too much? But... when mom was screaming and freaking out at me... she was sober. She hadn't drank any alcohol that night before bed... something was not adding up.
By Luna Verity2 years ago in Chapters
To reveal remarkable talent 1
Upon entering my abode, I heaved a profound sigh of relief. After engaging in that exchange of elaborate courtesies for quite a while, I was, in truth, utterly devoid of confidence. Had the other party truly chosen not to show me any deference, I would have been at a complete loss. Fortunately, that wolf demon was rather courteous, and, much to my astonishment, I managed to retrieve Williams without a hitch.
By Andy Johnson2 years ago in Chapters
The Orphans in the Woods
"What time is it?" Rohan asked his sister as he turned off from one County Road and unto the next County Road. Gertrude looked down at her watch which was difficult to read in the dark. She pulled out a small flashlight that was in the glovebox to shed some more light on the device.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 4: Misty Water-Color Dreamscapes
I stir, then awaken to Aegen softly whining & pawing at the door. “Needin’ to go out, boy?” He continues lying on the floor sideways (almost rolling over to his back) going after the weather stripping as though something is on the other side. “Gimme a sec to get ma boots on.”
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 3: Let There be Fog
My sheathed right hand rests heavy upon the rough iron handle of the tavern door. A shadow passes in front of my eyes. In front of or internally? Suddenly I’m tired, contemplating heading back & crawling into bed.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Chapters
Late night attraction
Late night attraction It was almost two o'clock in the night. It's raining outside, water drops are rolling down the window glass. Neela stood by the window looking into the deep darkness. Suddenly the phone rang. A familiar name on the screen — Arnav. Neela's chest heaved. Arnav's phone after six months! He accepted the call without hesitation. — "Didn't you sleep?" — "Sleep did not come." — "I'm standing in front of your house, see you soon?" Neela's body trembled. All the pride, the distance - everything disappeared in an instant. He slowly opened the door and came to the balcony. Outside, Arnav, with wet hair, is looking at her. A kind of longing in Arnav's eyes, as if a request of a thousand words is hidden. Neela slowly came down. Even though the rain-soaked cold air is blowing, a fire is burning inside. Arnav extended his hand without saying anything. Neela hesitated a little but once held his hand. — "Will you come in?" Arnav nodded in agreement. Entering the house, Arnav grabbed Neela's hand and pulled her. He held her close to his chest, inhaling deeply the scent of her hair. Neela's eyes closed. — "Missed you so much, Neela." Neela didn't say anything, just felt the warmth of Arnav's hand. Arnav placed his finger on her chin, slowly brought her mouth to his lips. Neela was shocked and closed her eyes. In an instant, they both melted into each other's deep warmth. Neela felt Arnav's hands trailing down her back, a sweet tingle played across her spine. He pulled Arnav closer. The rain outside is increasing by that time, and two bodies inside the house are trying to lose each other. Arnav's lips slowly touched Neela's forehead, then moved down her cheeks. Neela's heart rate quickened. He grabbed Arnav's shirt collar and pulled him closer, as if there was no distance left. Arnav slowly dragged Neela towards the bed. In the light of the room, blue eyes have a kind of deep longing shadow. Her breath is getting hot, and Arnav's hands are slowly moving up her waist. Neela shuddered, Arnav's touch taking her to another world. His fingers disappeared into Arnav's hair, and pressed his lips together in a deep kiss. Arnav responded with even more intense warmth. It's still raining outside, but the heat inside the house seems to beat the coolness of the rain. Neela slowly released herself into Arnav's arms, as if she needed nothing more than the warmth of the moment. Arnav trailed down her cheek, spreading the warmth of his lips on Neela's neck, then further down. Neela held her breath, as if a thousand tones were ringing in her body at once. The night is moving towards dawn, but the attraction of their bodies is increasing instead of decreasing. They sink deeper into each other, as if this night will never end... I understand you want a little more detail, but I can move the story forward while retaining as much warmth and emotion as I can within the guidelines of our platform. So let's go a little deeper— Neela's hands are going around Arnav's neck. Every touch of his body seemed to spread a strange heat. Arnav is slowly unbuttoning his shirt, and the warmth of Neela's skin is becoming more apparent. Arnav's lips came up next to her ear and whispered, "You know, I've been wanting this moment for so long?" Neela didn't say anything, just held her hand tightly. Arnav's fingers began to rub gently on Neela's back, and the warmth of her breath deepened. There was a soft, intense vibration of attraction in the air of the room. Neela's eyes closed, she felt Arnav's lips slowly moving down her neck. A shiver ran through his spine. Outside the rain is steadily increasing, and inside the room the two bodies are becoming more and more enmeshed in each other's warmth. The bed sheets are creasing little by little, the breaths are getting heavy. Neela's finger scratched Arnav's back, and Arnav held his breath, "You're driving me crazy, Neela." Neela opened her eyes and looked deep into Arnav's eyes. There is a shadow of arrogance, attraction and a strange love playing together. As the night deepened, their touch claimed each other more. May this night never end, may this rain witness only their warmth throughout the night... The night rain had stopped by then, but the warmth inside the house still lingered. Neela is tired, but satisfied. Wrapped herself in Arnav's arms and closed her eyes. Arnav ran his fingers through her hair gently, "You know, I wish this night would never end." Neela smiled softly and rested her head on his chest. "Some nights never end, Arnav. They stay inside us…" Outside, the Prothom-alo of dawn has begun to emerge, but the night is still still with the warmth of their bodies and the touch of their hearts... bound by a strange illusion.
By MD ONIK HASAN2 years ago in Chapters
Espionage
Espionage, also known as spying, is the act of secretly collecting information about governments, organizations, or individuals. It has been an important part of history and is often used by countries to gain intelligence about their enemies or rivals. Espionage can involve secret agents, technology, and hidden codes. This article will explore the history, methods, risks, and effects of espionage in simple and easy English.
By Farhan Sayed2 years ago in Chapters
100 Years Life in Solitude and Happiness
This night was very dark, and for Benjamin, it would have been better to spend a comfortable night in that house, but he had decided to leave immediately. He held a torch in his hand, and the old gun hung from his shoulder as he walked. He took one last look at the house. 'There is no darkness there anymore,' he muttered. The flame of the torch trembled in the light breeze, its faint, golden light struggling to pierce through the dense darkness. He moved forward slowly, with every step making the crunching sound of dry leaves. A cold, chill wind was blowing, but there was an odd peace in it, a coldness that seemed to seep not just into the body, but into the soul. The branches of the trees swayed gently, their whispers breaking the deep silence of the forest. Somewhere far away, a bird let out a muffled cry, which was lost in the deep darkness. As soon as the sound faded, everything sank back into an even deeper silence. Suddenly, a horse came running toward him. Benjamin raised the torch slightly to see it; it was a white horse, and it stopped right in front of him. For a moment, he was startled and very surprised to see a horse appear so suddenly. But as the horse came closer, a peaceful aura surrounded everything, and the mysterious attraction of the horse made all of Benjamin’s fear vanish. He slowly extended his hand and gently stroked the horse’s neck. The white fur shimmered like gold in the yellow light of the torch, but in its eyes, Benjamin saw a deep sadness that shook his soul. Benjamin silently mounted the horse’s back, and the horse began walking. It took him along the same path that was shown on the map. After a while, the horse brought him right to the edge of the sea, and suddenly it stopped. Benjamin dismounted and stroked the horse’s neck once more, and the horse then turned and walked back into the forest, disappearing into the deep darkness. Benjamin stood there, still in surprise, staring at the spot where the horse had gone. 'What a strange horse!' he thought to himself." He walked toward the shore, where the only sound was the soft crashing of the waves, and everything else was wrapped in a cold silence. A few fishermen’s boats were anchored by the shore. Benjamin examined the map once more with a firm determination in his eyes. He then boarded a boat, possibly one of the fishermen’s, that he was about to steal. He untied the rope that had secured it to the shore and pushed it into the sea with all his strength. After much effort, he succeeded. Slowly, he began steering the boat toward the south. Suddenly, his eyes froze on a boy lying in the corner of the boat. The boy’s fair skin contrasted with his long brown hair, which lay tangled across his face. He wore a long leather coat, his shoes soaked with seawater. He looked like an innocent young man. The moment Benjamin saw him, his heart skipped a beat. A strange wave of anxiety surged through him, tightening his chest. He stared at the boy, bewildered. And then, an unsettling thought crept into his mind. He should pick the boy up and throw him into the sea.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Chapters
A Forgotten Dream
The next morning, Kezia’s father received a letter from the police station, ordering him to appear there immediately. He did not tell Kezia about this. She didn’t go to school today, and Lucy didn’t go to school either. Kezia could clearly understand why Lucy wasn’t going to school today. At the police station, they went directly to Mr. Patrick’s office, from whom the letter had come. The police officer said with cold seriousness, “Mr. Erik Lindberg, we have called you regarding a robbery and a double murder that occurred ten years ago. You are under suspicion, and we have sufficient evidence and witnesses against you to prove that you were involved in the crime.” Mr. Patrick placed a thick file in front of him and stared at him intently. When Mr. Patrick mentioned Kezia’s father’s name, his face turned pale, and his whole body began to tremble. The fear was clear in his eyes. His heart began to race, and he lowered his gaze. He had completely erased his old identity, but now his truth had been exposed. A deep regret was tightening his soul. Yes! I was involved in that incident, but I didn’t kill anyone, nor did I steal anything. I swear,” Erik Lindberg said nervously. That couple had a two-year-old daughter. Where is she now? Or did you...?” Mr. Patrick interrupted. The little girl is with me. After the incident, I took her with me. She still lives with me,” Erik Lindberg said in a tone full of shame. “What is that girl’s name?” Mr. Patrick asked. “Ke... Kezi... Kezia!” As Erik Lindberg said this, he began to cry. Mr. Patrick left, and another police officer took Erik Lindberg into custody. Sometime later, the police went to Kezia and told her everything. Kezia couldn’t bear the truth; she didn’t even dare to face the man again. She began to cry, and her soul couldn’t endure the unbearable pain. She came home. When Lucy and her parents found out that Kezia was a victim of such a terrible and painful past, they immediately went to meet her at her house. Kezia was standing outside her house, with a large bag in her hand and another bag hanging from her back. When Lucy looked into Kezia’s eyes, she started to cry. Her mother hugged Kezia, her heart full of deep concern and sympathy. “Where are you going, Kezia?” Lucy said in an emotional voice. Kezia said with complete seriousness, “To find answers.” Lucy’s mother said, “You don’t need to go anywhere, my dear child, we are with you.” Lucy nodded, “We will all be together,” she said. No! I have to go. There is no longer any reason for me to stay here even for a moment,” Kezia said. Are you really leaving me?” Lucy’s voice was filled with anxiety and the pain of breaking apart. Her eyes were filled with tears, as she couldn’t believe her dearest friend was leaving. No! If God wills, we will meet again, dear! But I am leaving now, and this is my final decision.” I will pray to God that wherever you go, you are happy.” With these words, Lucy hugged Kezia tightly, and both of them started to cry. Breaking the cold silence after some time, Kezia spoke her final words and slowly began to walk away. “If God accepts your prayer, then also pray this, ‘Crush the world, and make it again. -
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Chapters
So The Story Goes: JBaz Continued . Top Story - February 2025.
Carl continued to stare nervously out of the kitchen window, unintentionally making eye contact with the strange man in the driver's seat, now sitting suspiciously at the end of their drive.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Chapters