Fantasy
Jill Manor, Part II: Reclamation
The rain pelted over the grassy cliff in sick and twisted drops of icy doubt. It did not fall calmly or with an ounce of love. It hung in the air, cold, deafening, and eternal, like a shroud of impending death blurring the lines between earth and sky the way her kisses melted his being and pulled him back through time to a place he had never been, but couldn’t leave. Not even in death.
By K.H. Obergfoll5 months ago in Fiction
The Town Where Nobody Ages
The Town That Shouldn't Exist I first heard about Blackridge from a retired journalist who refused to discuss it on record. We were sitting in a quiet café when he mentioned a town hidden deep within the mountains, a place that didn't appear on most maps and rarely welcomed outsiders. According to him, the town had remained unchanged for more than seventy years. Buildings never seemed to deteriorate. Businesses stayed open under the same owners. Most disturbing of all, nobody who lived there appeared to grow older.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
Guardian Angels 7
Kalin breathed in the relatively warm air as she stepped out of the airport, ignoring the stink of exhaust filling her senses. She blinked, narrowing her eyes against the bright sunlight filtering down to the line of cars, buses, and taxis waiting to pick up their passengers. She scanned the long line for her parents’ car, finally spotting the old blue minivan towards the end of the line. She set off, dragging her suitcase behind her as she lifted her other arm to wave.
By Phoenixica245 months ago in Fiction
The Locked Room With No Exit
The Room Nobody Could Explain The first reports sounded impossible. A man named Victor Hale was found trapped inside a room with no doors, no windows, and no visible exit. The room itself was discovered beneath an abandoned hotel scheduled for demolition on the outskirts of the city. Construction workers had accidentally broken through a hidden wall and uncovered a chamber that wasn't shown on any blueprint. At first, everyone assumed it was some forgotten storage space. Then they found Victor sitting alone in the center of the room, terrified and dehydrated.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
The Blade of Nevermore
Arthur's POV Thick smoke hung in the gilded hall, filling my lungs with its putrid stench. Embers from the burnt remnants of destroyed furniture glowed in the darkness, lighting the way, as a hooded figure dragged me into the shadows. He plucked me out of my bed, threatened my life, and threw me over his broad shoulders like a sack of dirty laundry.
By KA Stefana 5 months ago in Fiction
A Diary That Predicts Murders Before They Happen
The Strange Purchase I never intended to buy the diary. On a rainy afternoon, I wandered into a small antique shop tucked away in one of the oldest parts of the city. The place smelled of dust, old paper, and forgotten stories. Shelves were crowded with items that looked as though they hadn't been touched in decades. While browsing, I noticed a black leather diary resting inside a locked glass cabinet. Unlike everything around it, the diary seemed oddly preserved. Its cover was smooth, its pages appeared untouched, and a silver symbol was engraved on the front. The shop owner sold it to me for almost nothing. Looking back, I often wonder whether he knew exactly what he was getting rid of.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
A Diary That Predicts Murders Before They Happen
The Diary in the Antique Shop I found the diary on a rainy Saturday afternoon while exploring a forgotten antique shop hidden between two abandoned buildings. The store was cluttered with dusty furniture, old clocks, and shelves packed with items that looked untouched for decades. I wasn't searching for anything specific until I noticed a black leather-bound diary resting alone inside a glass cabinet. Its cover was plain except for a single silver symbol engraved in the center. Something about it felt strangely out of place. Curious, I purchased it for twenty dollars and took it home.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
The Missing Passenger on Flight 717
The Flight That Should Have Been Ordinary Flight 717 departed from New York on a cold November evening. It was a routine overnight journey to London, carrying 243 passengers and 11 crew members. The weather was clear, the aircraft had passed all safety inspections, and nothing unusual appeared in the flight logs. Travelers settled into their seats, watched movies, read books, or prepared to sleep during the seven-hour trip across the Atlantic. To everyone onboard, it seemed like just another ordinary flight. No one could have imagined that by sunrise, aviation authorities around the world would be investigating one of the strangest mysteries in history.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
Bobby and A Whole Murmuration. Top Story - June 2026.
Just outside the backyard fence, canopied by three grand wisteria trees, were five paint-worn Adirondak chairs in varying state of decay. Bobby, dispatched by his wife for ‘no husbands allowed’ gossip time with the ladies, sat camouflaged in a green chair two hours before dusk. The pine and oak strewn meadow was the perfect place for his new hobby; bird-watching.
By Amos Glade5 months ago in Fiction
