Mystery
The Arctic Vault
The wind screamed across the barren wasteland of ice and rock as Ethan Kade stepped off the transport plane, boots sinking into permafrost. The pilot gave him a tight nod, then took off again without a word. No one wanted to linger near the Arctic Vault—not anymore.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
Pilgrim’s Price
She came with dust on her boots and a prayer on her lips. The town was too quiet. Shops still had fruit in their baskets—wrinkled, dry. Horses stood frozen like statues. Children curled on porches as if caught mid-laughter. But no one breathed. No one blinked.
By F. M. Rayaanabout a year ago in Fiction
"My Great-Grandfather Saw the Forest Witch — Only One Man Made It Out Alive"
They say the forest keeps secrets no man should witness. In the forgotten, mist-covered corners of eastern Serbia, near the Romanian border, an ancient legend lingers—passed down quietly through generations. It is the story of Muma Pădurii, the Mother of the Forest. She is not a witch from fairy tales. No, she is something older—primordial and wild. A guardian spirit of the woods. To some, a protector; to others, a fierce punisher.
By Beyond Knownabout a year ago in Fiction
The Widow’s Watch – Chapter Two
The following evening, Jonah found himself once again standing at the base of Greystone Manor. The ivy-clad tower loomed above, its silhouette bleeding into the graying sky. He didn’t know what drew him back—curiosity, guilt, or something unspoken whispering through the wind.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
The Whisper Beneath the Banyan Tree
In the sleepy village of Sonarpur, time moved slowly. The days were measured by the rising sun and the evening call to prayer, and news traveled not through phones or papers, but through mouths—mouths that whispered, gossiped, and sometimes, invented.
By Ahmed Rayhanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Choir
They called him the Mute Miracle. No one remembered his name—only his presence. A calm figure who walked through broken villages with a satchel of herbs and a soul full of song. But no one had ever heard his voice. Only a low hum, like a lullaby echoing from another world. When he placed his hands on wounds, the pain lessened. When he closed his eyes, the restless slept.
By F. M. Rayaanabout a year ago in Fiction
Ashes of the Burned
When Aelia's village was reduced to ash by the Unitist Seekers, all that remained was silence—and her. The fire that consumed her home did not touch her skin, but it scarred her soul. Justice was preached as flames devoured her past. The Seekers called it divine cleansing. She called it annihilation.
By F. M. Rayaanabout a year ago in Fiction
“Journey Through Darkness: A Near-Death Experience”
It happened in the Balkans, in a small town in Serbia. For Marko, it started as just another ordinary day. He woke up early, made his morning coffee, and waited for his colleague to pick him up for work. Soon, he heard a car horn in the yard—it was his friend Nikola. Marko grabbed his things, kissed his wife, and left.
By Beyond Knownabout a year ago in Fiction
The Moon’s Chosen
The first time Kiran sleepwalked into the forest, he awoke beneath a silver-lit sky with no memory of how he got there. Before him stood an ancient shrine, half-sunken in earth, its marble kissed by moonlight and vine. He should have been afraid. But he wasn’t.
By F. M. Rayaanabout a year ago in Fiction
