Mystery

The Mirror Room🕯️. AI-Generated.
After her grandmother's death, Clara inherited an old Victorian house. It stood silent and dust-laden, the air thick with forgotten memories. But one room was unlike the rest—small, square, and lined wall-to-wall with mirrors. Her grandmother called it the Reflection Room.
By ElaheMindStoriesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Message I Never Sent
The Last Message I Never Sent BY [ WAQAR ALI ] Sometimes closure doesn't come from answers—but from finding the courage to stop waiting for them.
By WAQAR ALIabout a year ago in Fiction
The Quiet House on Forrest Way
Renee tucked one knee under herself on the couch, the phone warm against her cheek. The living room was still half-lit with dusk, all soft corners and long shadows, the kind of light that made everything feel gentle.
By Oula M.J. Michaelsabout a year ago in Fiction
Spellbound Debt
In the bustling city of Eldric Hollow, magic was as common as coffee—and just as addictive. It was sold, loaned, and even repossessed. If you couldn’t afford the spell, you could still use it… for a price.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
The Photograph That Never Was
The snow hadn’t fallen in years, not like that. Not in this small town where time moved slower than the rest of the world. Eliza stood on the front porch of her late father’s cabin, a fading photograph clutched in her hand. It was old, curled at the edges, and in it, a smiling man with striking eyes held a baby swaddled in a red blanket. The woman beside him—Eliza’s mother—looked radiant. Only one problem: Eliza had never seen this photo before. And she had never owned a red blanket.
By Umar Aliabout a year ago in Fiction
Eden
“Eden” was a poor, though optimistic, nickname for this lifeless planet. The desert is endless. Shades of brown and red all the way to the horizon, where ancient, well-worn mountains slouch against a sky tinged pink with dust.
By Rosie Ford about a year ago in Fiction
My Summer Plans - Ruined...
My summer had been planned 4 different times this year. I like planning. I do not like my plans changing - let alone getting smashed into smithereens!
By Adora Hooperabout a year ago in Fiction
My Happy Boy . Runner-Up in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge. Content Warning.
The last time I saw my son… Well, that was back in 2008– right after his 12th birthday.” She looks out to the sea and beyond the horizon.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Fiction
The Summer that Stayed in Boxes
I wasn’t supposed to be here in July. That was the first thing I told myself every morning while brushing my teeth with the taste of cardboard still stuck on the roof of my mouth.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
By Nadeem Shah It was tucked inside the back of an old shoebox—between brittle birthday cards and a black-and-white photo of a woman I didn’t recognize. I wasn’t supposed to find it. But fate has a cruel way of revealing things when you’re least prepared.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
when it is time to go
When it’s time to go, simply leave no trace of you behind. When it is time to go, pull all your belongings from their drawers. Fold them and place them in a bag to dispose of later.
By Aubrie Sandnessabout a year ago in Fiction
The Quiet Between Us.
The Quiet Between Us Sometimes the loudest things are the ones we never say. It had been three weeks since my father stopped speaking to me.
By WAQAR ALIabout a year ago in Fiction