Mystery

THE HARVEST OF WHISPERS - PART
The silence of the advancing figures was more terrifying than any sound. They moved as one entity, a wall of grotesque masks and period costumes that now seemed less like disguises and more like stolen skins. Their hollow eyes, carved from wood, moulded from leather, or simply painted onto fabric, were fixed on Liam and Callum.
By Wellova 12 months ago in Fiction
The Golden Key
Introduction This is inspired by a painting by John Bauer of a young girl with a key meeting the Norns. The picture was shared by the Enchanted Booklet here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Fiction
Dead Ringers: Chapter 18
I watched Laci hurriedly trot back towards the chief's office. Great. Just fantastic. "I have good news," Miles says, perching on the edge of my desk.
By Katarzyna Crevanabout a year ago in Fiction
THE HARVEST OF WHISPERS
The ancient Yorkshire village of Blackwood Beck didn't celebrate Halloween; it performed it. For the outside world, it was the "UK's Most Authentic Halloween Experience," a tourist trap of plastic skeletons and overpriced pumpkin ale. But for Liam, a cynical London journalist sent to cover the festival, the authenticity felt... forced. It was in the way the locals' smiles didn't reach their eyes, and in the way they spoke of the "Harvest" with a capital 'H', a term that carried a weight far beyond simple trick-or-treating.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
The Forbidden Mountain of Russia: The Pulse of the Damned
The crystalline resin crept up Donovan’s arms like frozen ivy, a searing cold that burned deeper than any flame. Each tiny, hexagonal facet pulsed with the same faint red light that illuminated the chamber, syncing with the relentless thump-thump-THUMP that vibrated through the metal floor. The reanimated figures—their faces hollowed out by frost and eternal agony—held him fast, their grip iron-strong. The voice of KROVI, a horrifying choir stitched from the stolen voices of the Frozen Five, echoed not just in the air, but inside the very marrow of his bones.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
The Girl Next Door
When Michelle and her family moved into the old white house on Country Meadow Lane, she didn’t expect much excitement. Her parents were thrilled about the quiet neighborhood and had gotten a hell of a deal on their beautiful new home, but Michelle was annoyed. She didn’t want to be the new kid. She didn’t want to go through the awkward process of making new friends. She was lonely.
By Sara Wilsonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Captured the Moon in a Jar
Leo was a boy who loved the moon with a desperate, possessive love. Every night, he’d press his face against his bedroom window, watching it sail through the clouds, a perfect silver coin. He hated that he had to share it with the whole world. He hated that it always, eventually, slipped away.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Intruder. Top Story - November 2025.
I could see them earlier today. My keyhole looks into the hallway, but I can see into the living room too, occasionally catching glimpses of my favourite family. The long luscious blonde locks of Gabi, that flowed behind her like the veil she's wearing in the picture in the hallway. The tall handsome Zack, with large rippling muscles in his shoulders as he lifted little Ava high up in the air. The perfect family, illustrated well by the perfect pictures on the wall opposite my peephole.
By Liam Stormabout a year ago in Fiction
A Parable of the Storyteller
While understanding grows — the heart already knows. — Forgotten poet of a distant land Once upon a time, there lived a young man.
By Erian Lin Grantabout a year ago in Fiction
Borrowed Moon
The first time I saw the sign, I thought it was a joke.White chalk on the café blackboard, right under the croissant doodle: Borrow the Moon. Returns due by dawn. Price listed as “suggested donation,” which is either generous or ominous depending on your week.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Fiction
Pieces of Heaven. Content Warning.
“Ivan it’s your turn” The child looked up into the Angel’s eyes, “I’m not sure I want to go”. “Common, it’ll be an adventure”.
By David S. JohnsonWilliamsabout a year ago in Fiction
JETT THE DRAXXION
There was once a weak boy named Jett, who was often insulted because of his skinny and fragile body. His classmates mocked and bullied him constantly. Although the anger built up inside him, Jett didn’t know how to respond. He endured the humiliation silently but always wished that one day, if he ever gained power, he would make those who tormented him regret their actions.
By ikechukwu michaelabout a year ago in Fiction