Mystery

She Texted Me After She Died
It started with a notification. A single message that appeared on my phone at 2:17 a.m. a message from Emily Hart. That wouldn’t have been strange… except Emily had been dead for three days.
By Farooq Hashmiabout a year ago in Fiction
The House That Watches
A House That Shouldn’t Be There When Anna first saw the house on the edge of Hollow Creek, she thought it looked misplaced - too new, too clean, too perfect among the ruins of old farmhouses long left to rot.
By Hassan Janabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shadow in the Pagoda
The year was 1436, in the young reign of the Ming Emperor Zhengtong, with the Forbidden City still shiny with new gold and the empire as long as the mind could see. But long beyond palace walls, deeper in the misted mountains about Hangzhou, there existed a pagoda that had no mark on the imperial records — the Pagoda of the Shadow Bell.
By Nusukiabout a year ago in Fiction
WHAT EMMA SAW
Those blasted kids from around the block had vandalised the shop window. Emma arrived, as she did every day, to open up. Sunday morning, the morning after a wild Saturday night by the looks of the cans of beer littered at the entrance. She’d have to clean it all up, not now though, Emma needed to wipe bloody, red, spray paint from the windows, before her manager saw anything.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
Moonlit Fate. AI-Generated.
The air crackled, not just with the lingering scent of scorched earth and desperate magic, but with a silent, potent truth that thrummed beneath Lilith's skin. Inside her, a universe was unfolding, a universe conceived in the forbidden embrace of Silver Moon's enchantress and the Shadowfell's formidable warlord. This wasn't just a secret; it was a rebellion.
By Carolyn Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction
Notification
Mara pressed her eye to the keyhole. It was old-fashioned, the kind that didn’t belong in modern apartment buildings. Oval-shaped, framed in brass, it was worn smooth from decades of curious tenants before her. Through it, a pale strip of light cut the dark like a wound. It was the same light she’d seen before, the one that teased at her curiosity until she finally gave in.
By Annieabout a year ago in Fiction
Moonlit Fate. AI-Generated.
The weight of ancient parchment pressed against Soren’s trembling fingers. “The final verse,” he breathed, his voice a rough whisper, “it’s… it’s more than we imagined, Elara.” He traced the faded runes, his eyes wide with a dawning horror. “Shatter the realms… irreparable discord… or unprecedented reconciliation.”
By Carolyn Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction
THE GHOSTS ARE OUT TONIGHT
THE GHOSTS ARE OUT TONIGHT What a relief! <><><><><> I’d say it’s funny how some memories in our past never leave but sometimes, those memories aren’t very funny. Unless you have a weird sense of humor like me.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Fiction
Moonlit Fate. AI-Generated.
The heavy oak doors of the council chamber boomed shut behind Draven, the sound reverberating through the cavernous hall, a stark counterpoint to the nervous thrumming in his own chest. He stood before them, the elders of his coven, their faces carved with the stoic severity of ages, each a monument to a history steeped in blood and suspicion. The air itself felt charged, thick with the unspoken animosity that had festered for generations, a palpable, suffocating blanket.
By Carolyn Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction
Moonlit Fate. AI-Generated.
"Lilith, my dear," a voice, like dry leaves skittering across stone, rasped from the shadows. It was Elara, the ancient crone of the Coven, her eyes, chips of obsidian, reflecting the blood-red moon. "You feel it, don't you? The shift."
By Carolyn Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction
Darkmoor's Shadow
She knew she was much too old to be listening in at keyholes. And she knew she was much too old to be trying to peer through them either. It was one thing to be caught eavesdropping, it was quite another to be caught so obviously. However, Alina Darkmoor couldn’t tear herself away.
By M. A. Mehan about a year ago in Fiction
The Torenza Passport Mystery: Real Nation, Fake Story, or a Digital Illusion?
In early October 2025, the digital world found itself gripped by a story so strange, so seemingly impossible, that it blurred the line between reality and imagination. A short video surfaced on TikTok, showing what appeared to be an ordinary scene at New York’s John F. Kennedy International Airport. Yet, within seconds, viewers realized there was nothing ordinary about it. The woman at the center of the frame, calmly standing at the immigration counter, handed over her passport to an officer. The cover bore a single word that would ignite a global firestorm of speculation — “Torenza.”
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction