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The Keeper Secret
The Keeper’s Secret In the small, mist-laden village of Willow’s Edge, tales of mystery and magic traveled through the generations. Tucked between ancient hills and shrouded forests, Willow’s Edge held secrets older than the village itself, stories whispered from one Keeper to another over centuries. The Keeper was always chosen, never revealed to the village until their time to serve began, and with the title came the weight of the village’s deepest mystery—a secret known only to the Keeper.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️2 years ago in Fiction
Crystal Ball Persuasion. Top Story - November 2024.
Madame Balla was quite worried that the company would be busy, but as soon as she saw the van approach, she felt relieved. It was going to be a good day.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Annoying Orange Escapades
In a bustling kitchen once stood Ollie, an orange. Ollie was not your typical orange. The way he spoke was admirable, and a word of praise. Is this an issue? It wasn't clear when he should stop.
By Sibgha2 years ago in Fiction
The Other Side
Angie is the biggest introvert that you would ever meet. Though she is very friendly and interactive, she doesn’t hang around a lot of people. She has one best friend named Josephine, who she only ever brings to her house to hang out and the only close contacts she has are her mom, older sister and her young daughter. On Halloween night, Josephine had a devious trick up her sleeve for Angie.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Realm of Shattered Stars
Realm of the Shattered Stars In the realm of Nyria, where once brilliant stars illuminated the night sky, darkness now reigned supreme. The Shattering had occurred centuries ago, an event that tore apart the celestial fabric of the world, scattering the stars like shards of glass across the lands. With the stars lost, magic faded, and kingdoms fell into chaos. Once-thriving cities now lay in ruins, their people struggling to survive in the shadow of an oppressive regime ruled by King Lysander, a tyrant who sought to control the remnants of magic that remained.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️2 years ago in Fiction
But At What Cost?
The battle had nearly raged towards the city gate. Fires burned fiercely in the countryside and the citizenry began to prepare for the worst.
By Ian Read2 years ago in Fiction
Life & Death Are In Your Actions, Choices & Decisions — Part 1
“Wait!” Cera cried out to Denova, after passing a well-dressed male, kicking the left back tire of his black Mercedes Benz, on the side of the highway, reserved for cars in distress.
By Annelise Lords 2 years ago in Fiction
The silent Return. Content Warning.
When the war ended, Frank returned home after many years. When he had left for the war front, his eldest son, Finn, was twelve years old. However, Finn had not yet spoken a single word, which was a source of concern for Frank and his wife. He had three children in total—two boys and a girl. When he returned home, he was overjoyed, and his wife hugged him tightly the moment she saw him. His three children were delighted with his presence, as they were seeing their father after many years. Thus, two years passed in happiness, with everything peaceful and normal. Frank's family was very content. But one day, suddenly, Frank’s wife and all three of his children disappeared. Frank searched for them tirelessly, but they were nowhere to be found. A week passed like this, and Frank could not believe what had happened. His wife and children had vanished as if they had never existed at all. Then, one day, he opened the basement of his house, which had been locked for many years. His eyes widened in shock. His eyes were so wide they seemed ready to pop out. His mouth opened as much as it could, even more. His breathing quickened, and his heartbeat was so loud it could be heard from outside. His hands and feet grew cold as if all the blood in his body had dried up. Being a soldier, he gathered all his courage and began to step forward. “What lay before his eyes was something like this.” Five graves were dug in the basement; three of them were filled with soil, while two remained open. In the fourth grave lay a skeleton, while the fifth grave was still empty. In the hands of that skeleton was an old, dust-covered letter, like a testimony to some untold mystery captured by the wheel of time. With trembling hands, Frank picked up the letter and began to read it. “Several letters in the letter had faded, and some words had vanished altogether. But it could still be read.” “Father, I have buried Mom, Scarlett, and Adam. I am also lying in my grave. When you come, please bury me too. I have also dug a grave for you. When you die, you can lie with us in your grave. We are waiting for you in our new home.” – Finn Reading this, Frank was stunned. For two years, no one had opened the basement door. This was clear, as Frank had struggled to open the basement door when he tried. The lock had rusted, so he had to break it open. The date written on the letter was from many years ago. Who were the people who had been living with him for the past two years? And where had they all suddenly disappeared to? After this incident, Frank fell into deep despair. He eventually left that house, but the fear within him never left. Sometime later, he learned that exactly two years ago, his sixty-year-old neighbor, Steve, had also disappeared suddenly, and his body had been found six months later in his own home. Frank sold the house and moved to another city. But a year later, Frank, too, suddenly disappeared. Despite extensive efforts, he was never found. The person who had bought Frank’s house eventually rented it out a year later. And when the tenant opened the basement of the house, what he saw was terrifying. He saw five graves in the basement. Four of them were filled with soil, while an ill-positioned skeleton lay in the fifth grave.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of Ravenwood Manor
The Curse of Ravenwood Manor Every Halloween, the small, mist-covered town of Ravenwood fell under a chilling spell. Known for its spooky atmosphere and ancient legends, Ravenwood attracted both thrill-seekers and ghost hunters from far and wide. But amidst all the haunted tales, one story remained the most terrifying—the Curse of Ravenwood Manor.
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Attribution
Maria Martinez strode into the quarterly business review with her signature confidence, armed with a PowerPoint deck that would make any marketing influencer proud. Slides filled with hockey-stick graphs, explosive ROAS numbers, and enough marketing buzzwords to fill a Silicon Valley bingo card.
By John Reb2 years ago in Fiction
Substantial Penalties
I was wondering when they would come around to me. Being an independent in my line of work is quite, shall we say, challenging? And vulnerable. So the Guild of Merchants, in their infinite greed, thought to take advantage of me.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
The Lantern Keeper’s Secret
In the small coastal town of Gray Harbor, there was an old lighthouse that had stood alone on the edge of the cliff for as long as anyone could remember. The lighthouse keeper, a man named Mr. Eldridge, was known for his tall tales, but one story he kept to himself. It was about the night the Fog of the Forgotten rolled in—a thick mist that had a curious ability to make people forget.
By Melanie2 years ago in Fiction