Mystery
Bujang Senang: The White-Striped Marauder
Their bodies were thrown into the river, and legend says that the gods, angered by the injustice, cursed Simalungun and his wife. Simalungun’s spirit transformed into a colossal crocodile, marked with descendants of his enemies. His wife, transformed into a crocodile as well, followed by his shadow. Thus, the legend of Bujang Senang was born – a “Crocodile King” feared along the Batang Lupar River.
By Doveryn Joyce about a year ago in Fiction
The Painter of Forgotten Faces. AI-Generated.
The town of Windmere was known for two things — its endless fog and its quiet secrets. On the edge of its cobblestone streets stood a small art studio, its windows always glowing softly at night. Inside lived a painter named Jonas Vale, a man both admired and feared for his peculiar gift.
By shakir hamidabout a year ago in Fiction
The Legend of the Carpathians: The Shadow of Negru Vodă
The wind howled through the dense forests of the Eastern Carpathians, carrying with it the scent of damp moss, resin, and ancient stone. It was a moonless night, when only fireflies and shepherds’ fires lit up the clearings. On that night, old Gavril, the last storyteller of the village of Runc, gathered his grandchildren around the hearth.
By Nyku Blonduabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Passenger. AI-Generated.
The 11:40 p.m. train from Crescent City to Marrow Junction was almost empty that night. Only four passengers sat scattered in the dimly lit compartment — a young woman reading a paperback, a middle-aged man staring out the window, a student with headphones, and an old lady clutching a suitcase.
By shakir hamidabout a year ago in Fiction
What If Columbus Hadn’t Discovered America?
Human history is filled with turning points — those moments when a single decision, event, or discovery changes the course of the world forever. One of the most important of these moments was, without a doubt, the year 1492, when Christopher Columbus reached the shores of the New World, opening an entirely new chapter in global history.
By Nyku Blonduabout a year ago in Fiction
Three Knocks in the French Quarter
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! A pounding at the door cut through the dim and quiet café at the corner of Decatur Street like a rusted knife. The lights were low with the CLOSED sign facing outward, but in a few hours, the café would be bustling with regulars and tourists alike. Margaux Lumiere was grateful her café dreams were a success, but these quiet moments baking pastries in the kitchen were the ones she cherished most. She had been humming along to the soft sounds of Edith Piaf as she rolled out the laminated dough for her famous croissants.
By All’s Fair in Love & Writingabout a year ago in Fiction
