Mystery

The Cartographer’s Oath
When the old world was still folded between paper and belief, maps were considered sacred. Every line drawn was a promise—a shape of truth sworn to exist somewhere beyond the horizon. But in the winter of 1899, a single map was quietly removed from every archive of the Royal Geographic Society. Its name: The Atlas of Tartaria.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
The Hunter in the Mist. AI-Generated.
The forest road was golden that evening — washed in dying light, leaves whispering like old secrets. Jonas Vale, a solitary hunter, had walked these woods for twenty years. He knew every broken branch, every deer track, every breath of wind.
By Ghanni malikabout a year ago in Fiction
In Strange Trees. Content Warning.
Introduction This image from The Enchanted Booklet has been haunting me for a while. I don't know the artist or the story behind it, but combined with a strange wood that is close to my home, I saw a story.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Blue Light — The Last Reflection
They told Dr. Evelyn Shore that the blue lamps were a success because numbers do not lie. In the presentations she watched through a grainy conference camera, graphs sloped down like a prayer: incidents before, incidents after. The lights had been contagious—first Tokyo, then parts of Seoul, a pilot in Berlin, a study in São Paulo. Municipalities called them “a humane intervention.” Neuroscientists called them “a modulatory stimulus.” The press called them a miracle.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
The Story of Three Brothers: A Tale of Justice, Loyalty, and Forgiveness
Introduction: Throughout Islamic history, there are stories that go beyond time — stories that don’t just reflect justice, but also reveal the true spirit of humanity, loyalty, and compassion.
By Abid Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Earth. AI-Generated.
The first time Evelyn heard the whisper, she thought it was the wind. She had been sitting by the old willow near the edge of the forest — her usual place of quiet since she’d moved into the countryside cottage two months ago.
By Ghanni malikabout a year ago in Fiction
The Pale Echo of Blue
Tokyo had changed since the blue lights appeared. What was once a city of noise had become a city of reflection — quiet, distant, and strangely calm.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
Parallel Paths
Have you ever wondered how your life might have been different? Wondered what-if..., or 'if I had just...'? Looked back at a decision, large or small, and considered what would have changed if you'd chosen differently? Life is like a river, filled with forks and branches and offshoots of what might have been.
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Fiction
A Parallel Dissonance
Melani: I'm in front of the casket, tears dripping from the corners of my eyes. He's dead; I can't believe it. Am I dreaming? NO, stupid, you're not dreaming, he is DEAD. He looks so peaceful there, his dark hair resting on that white satin pillow. DEAD. Who is touching me? I whip my head around and see Sandy.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Fiction
Five-Minute Refund
Five-Minute Refund If you can undo one mistake a day, who owns the version where you didn’t? The first time I used the refund, I saved a stranger’s life and missed my train.
By Alex Marioabout a year ago in Fiction
Snakes on a Pole
2004: We split. You take our knowledge, I take our desire. The brain and heart metaphor is somewhat apt. Other parts remain neutral or retain sovereignty, and reluctantly aid us both. The separation seeming both involuntary and undesirable (particularly on my end), our spirits long for unfractionation, and tug on each other.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a year ago in Fiction
Neural Dream
Neural Dream When sleep becomes software, you don’t wake up — you update. The first night, I woke up with blood on my tongue and a word in my mouth that didn’t belong to me.
By Alex Marioabout a year ago in Fiction