Mystery

The Forgotten Atlas: Part IV — The City Beneath the Reflection
The sea outside Torrento was no longer behaving like a sea. At dusk, when the tide receded, the coastline revealed something impossible—fragments of cobblestone streets, faint outlines of doors, and lampposts standing upright beneath the waves.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
The Man Who Lived Twice – Part Three. AI-Generated.
The river swallowed the USB drive, and for a while, Evelyn thought it was over. But deep underground — beneath a decommissioned Helix facility no one was supposed to remember — a single light came alive.
By The Davidsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sleep Experiment
The Sleep Experiment When dreams become a battlefield between man and machine by Alex Mario The lights in Room 9 never turned off completely. They dimmed just enough to trick the human brain into thinking it was safe to close its eyes. On the far side of the glass, Dr. Evelyn Ross monitored the sleeping subjects, her face illuminated by screens full of neural activity patterns—each pulse and spike a tiny flicker of someone’s dream.
By Alex Marioabout a year ago in Fiction
Midnight Key
Rude hour. Key on the counter. Old brass—cold weight—crooked teeth. No tag, no ring, no note; just presence where absence lived five minutes ago.
By Milan Milicabout a year ago in Fiction
The Whisper Code
The Whisper Code Every night, her radio speaks in her dead husband’s voice — giving her coordinates she shouldn’t follow. The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. The air inside Mara’s small apartment smelled of damp wood and loneliness. Her husband, Lewis, had been dead for almost a year, and yet the old shortwave radio on her nightstand had started to hum again.
By Alex Marioabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas: Part III — The Shoreline That Wasn’t There
The waves around Torrento had grown quieter—too quiet for a city built beside the sea. Fishermen whispered that their nets came up tangled with threads of paper instead of fish, and that sometimes, in the reflection of the water, they could see streets beneath the tide.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
The Drowned Coordinates
It was 2 a.m. at Torrento Airport. The terminal was empty except for the faint hum of cleaning drones. A night guard named Marco was making his usual rounds.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
The Room In The Mirror. Content Warning.
In the hallway of his house, he had a big mirror, although he seldom used it, it was just there, above the hall table. One day, he looked and he noticed something strange, the reflection wasn't the hallways at all, but a dark bedroom. He could see a bed and a window, but he couldn't see what the window looked out on.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Village
The Silent Village When Silence Speaks Louder Than the Dead The road to Edevan was quiet too quiet for a place that once echoed with children’s laughter, church bells, and market chatter. Now, the village stood in an eerie hush, its houses shrouded in fog and its people moving like ghosts. No voices, no greetings, not even the sound of prayer.
By Farooq Hashmiabout a year ago in Fiction
The House That Waited
A Return to Nowhere The road to the old Whitebridge house hadn’t changed much in twenty years. The same narrow path wound through pines that bowed toward one another like silent guardians. The gravel crunched beneath Nora’s boots as she made her way up the long drive, her breath misting in the late autumn air.
By Hassan Janabout a year ago in Fiction
The Moon and the Fisherman’s Promise
Old Man Kael was a fixture of the coastal village, as permanent as the cliffs and as solitary as the lighthouse. For fifty years, he had done the same thing on the night of the full moon. While others slept, he would push his small, wooden skiff into the black water and row. He wouldn't cast his nets. He would simply row to the same spot, far from shore, where the world was reduced to water and sky.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
When Destiney Washed His Face
Life has really not been easy for this man; he has been trying his best to succeed as a man, yet things keep getting hard on him. He is the only son in his family and his parents are just village farmers. When he was in school, he was very brilliant and did well in all the subjects that he offered. He had the motive of furthering his studies up to the university level but he had one great challenge: financial support. Clearly his parents struggle to provide for their family, not to mention sponsoring him at the university. The young man was left with no option than to abandon his academic ambitions and learn a skill.
By Daniel Uwaomaabout a year ago in Fiction