Mystery
To Know Death
It was just another day. A day like every day. There she was. Sitting on that same bench, in that same spot. With that black laced umbrella and her small black book with no title. Her skin was so beautifully tan and even. she had ghost white hair and her eyes were a burning scarlet red. I've never seen eyes like hers. I always wondered if they were contacts but upon clearly seeing them today, they were not.
Christina NelsonPublished 3 minutes ago in FictionJamaican Tale
In the vibrant heart of Jamaica, where the rhythm of reggae beats in harmony with the swaying palms, there existed a small coastal village named Marley Bay. Life in Marley Bay was simple and serene, with the locals living in harmony with the land and sea. But beneath the tranquility lurked a shadow, a darkness that threatened to disrupt the peace in Marley Bay.
Alecia HarriottPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionMultiple Personality Disorder
⚠️WARNING⚠️ This story contains scenes that may be triggering or traumatizing for some readers. I ask for reader discretion in enjoying this story.
I’m famous
I didn’t know that I’m famous until I entered the poultry,those chicken were screaming 😱 and cheering for me the experience was overwhelming 😂😂
Daniel KangoPublished about 4 hours ago in FictionChase's Chase - Episode 8
EXT. INSIDE CHASES BEDROOM - NIGHT CHASE starts having sudden hallucinations. Multiple voices start chanting different statements in his ears. CHASE stands up, awoken by the voices.
The Cult of The Red Triangle
Detective Sarah Grey stood outside Pinewood High School, her mind racing with questions. The break-in at the gymnasium had been unusual, but the note they found in the locker room sent a chill down her spine. It wasn’t just a break-in; it was a warning. The message had been clear: "RUN." As the officers secured the scene and forensics began analyzing the symbol on the gymnasium floor, Sarah and her partner, Detective Mark Stone, returned to the station to review the evidence.
The Magic Treehouse
Once upon a time in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived a curious boy named Oliver. With eyes wide as the moon and a heart full of wonder, Oliver spent his days exploring the world around him, fueled by imagination and dreams.
mausam jhajhriaPublished about 12 hours ago in FictionThe Last Weaver of the Whisperwind
The wind whispered secrets through the skeletal branches of the Whisperwood. In a cozy, moss-thatched cottage nestled amongst the trees lived Elara, the last weaver of the Whisperwind. Unlike the coarse wool tapestries woven elsewhere, Elara's creations were ethereal things - garments spun from moonlight, whispers woven with wind, and dreams captured in silk.
The Cult of Red Triangle
Detective Sarah Grey was eager to start her first day at the Pinewood Police Department. The small town had always been quiet, with its tree-lined streets and friendly community, but Sarah was ready for action. She had moved from the city, hoping to bring her skills to a place where she could make a difference.
The Spirit Box (2)
Chapter 2: Twin Robbers I got to work and took a deep breath. I discreetly took out the spirit box and inhaled John so I could convince the chief I felt great. I walked to chief’s office and asked the chief what the assignment was for today.
Alex H MittelmanPublished a day ago in FictionShadows of innocence
In the quiet town of Willowbrook, the sun cast long shadows over the schoolyard as children laughed and played. Among them was Sarah, a shy but kind-hearted girl with a love for books and a gentle smile.
Charlie williamsPublished a day ago in FictionA Jamaica Tale Story
In the heart of Jamaica, where the vibrant colors of the Caribbean Sea meet the emerald hues of the Blue Mountains, lies the quaint village of Marleyvale. Surrounded by lush forests and cascading waterfalls, Marleyvale is a place where time seems to stand still, and the echoes of ancient tales linger in the air.
Alecia HarriottPublished a day ago in Fiction