Mystery

🍂 Arise, Fair Leaf. AI-Generated.
The wind carried whispers through the forest that morning—soft voices of trees remembering the warmth of summer. The world was shedding its color, one leaf at a time. All but one.
By shakir hamidabout a year ago in Fiction
The Note Under the Door
The note was handwritten, one plain white sheet. She’d slipped it under my door — but when I opened it, the hallway was empty.
By Logan M. Snyderabout a year ago in Fiction
Journey to the Center of the Galaxy
Sillan already knew who he would be talking to next. Horos Draco's security clearance would be to low for a full interrogation of a Lunerian. Lylan made an authoritative and quick entrance into the interrogation room. She made her way to the other side of the table (where Draco had been sitting). She sat down politely in front of Sillan and evened out a wrinkle in her blue Federation uniform. She had at least twice as many medals as Horos.
By Po Iveyabout a year ago in Fiction
Daughter of the Wolf.
🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺 They named me Dróttning. Queen! I am a daughter of the forest. I cannot remember a time when I was not here running wild with the wolves. 🐺I heard them calling me from the depths of my mother's womb. I knew that they would come for me.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
The House That Remembers You
When I inherited my grandmother’s house, I expected dust, creaky floors, and maybe a few ghosts of memory. I didn’t expect it to remember me.
By MUHAMMAD SAIFabout a year ago in Fiction
Same Breath. Winner in Parallel Lives Challenge.
I saw the semi drift across the rain and slide toward my lane. I jerked the wheel right. Tires screamed. The world tilted, and the headlights spun over wet blacktop while the car fishtailed. Gravity pulled me sideways, and my stomach fell. I waited for the hit that would end everything.
By Joey Rainesabout a year ago in Fiction
“When the Masks Fall”
Chapter 1: The Masquerade In the neon-lit sprawl of Nova City, where skyscrapers gleamed like polished knives against the 2025 skyline, everyone wore a mask. Not the physical kind, though costume parties were common in this tech-driven metropolis. No, these were digital masks—augmented reality personas projected via neural implants, crafting perfect facades for every citizen. Your boss saw you as diligent; your date, charming; your enemies, invisible. The Masks We Wear, as the tech was branded, promised liberation from judgment, a curated self for every occasion. But beneath the shimmer, secrets festered, and Elias Kane knew them all.
By HearthMenabout a year ago in Fiction
Journey to Hope. AI-Generated.
The days on Hope passed in a blur of strange beauty and quiet unease. The crew had begun to map the surrounding terrain: smooth hills of silver grass, still lakes that reflected twin suns, and soil that pulsed faintly beneath their boots. Every reading they took made less sense than the last.
By Emma Fischerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Man Who Lived Twice by [The Davids] . AI-Generated.
When Daniel wakes up to a message claiming he died yesterday, he’s thrust into a single day where time, guilt, and fate all fold in on themselves. Can he fix the one mistake that destroyed everything — or is the cost of redemption one life too many? Let’s find out .
By The Davidsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Stranger
“One more shot for the road?” yells Samantha over the heavy thrum of the nightclub music. She hands me a shot glass filled with clear liquid.
By Sandy Gillmanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ink of Fate. AI-Generated.
The sun hung low over the crooked trail that wound up the side of Mount Aster, its orange glow spilling over the sharp rocks and whispering pines. On a small ledge halfway up stood a wooden stall, barely held together by rusted nails and hope.
By Ghanni malikabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Voice on the Radio
The day the power grids failed, the world didn’t end with fire or screams. It ended with silence. At first, people filled that silence with noise—hammering on walls, revving dead cars, shouting into the void, desperate to be heard by anyone who might still be listening. But when the fuel ran out, and batteries drained to nothing, that noise faded too.
By MUHAMMAD SAIFabout a year ago in Fiction