Mystery

#001 - The Quiet Thing
[FILE #: 001 – The Quiet Thing] > Recovered From: [Surveillance Log- Unit 24A] > Status: [Partially translated- non-human subject]
By The Elsewhere Filesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Tortured Hulls of Goodwin Sands
There's a place, just off the coast of Kent, England, where ships go to die. Clever people have wondered: why do so many shipwrecks happen here? They ponder about the tricky weather smack in a prime trade route. Surely thinking of all those ships... ancient, and less ancient... creaking and groaning, and rattling their tortured chains on the sea bed...
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Fiction
Human Psychology: The Key to Solve Daily Life Problems. Content Warning.
“Human Psychology: The Key to Solve Daily Life Problems” Beginning: Did you ever think why some people get hurt by small things we say, even we didn’t mean anything bad? Or, why some persons always angry even when we don’t do nothing? Sometimes, we try to solve a problem, but it becomes more big and complicated. But our intention was good, right?
By Ripon about a year ago in Fiction
Lemonade Skies
The first thing Ava noticed when she stepped off the bus was the smell of lemons. Not strong, not artificial — just faint enough to feel real. The kind of scent that danced through the summer breeze and reminded her of freedom, even if she hadn’t felt it in a long time.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
The Dimensional Camper. AI-Generated.
The storm over Budapest had been raging for hours. Thunder cracked like a whip across the Danube River, and most tourists had taken shelter in their hotels. But not Theo.
By Ico Workersabout a year ago in Fiction
Punishment
Get this published book here. An Excerpt from the Book by Joey Raines Rain was coming down like the world was ending, each drop smashing against the windshield like tiny bombs. The wipers couldn't keep up, squealing and scraping as they fought back and forth in time with Luke's pounding heart. He was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles had gone white, hands slippery with sweat even though the October cold was seeping through his car's broken heater.
By Joey Rainesabout a year ago in Fiction
🔍 The Last Message: Part 2 – The Truth in the Shadows . AI-Generated.
Rain tapped against the hospital window like a warning she couldn’t ignore. Detective Lena Moore sat upright in her bed, bruised and stitched, holding the burnt remnants of the recorder that nearly ended her life. The explosion was no accident — it was staged. A message. A test.
By Mehedi hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Vanishing House
When Rehan came to the small village of Dharampur for his new job as a surveyor, he wanted only a quiet life for himself and peace. It had its own surrounding dense forests and misty hills, with narrow winding, twisted roads reminiscent of secrets. Naturally friendly people, but protective were the people living here-first caution even when he asked about the 'North Road'.
By Md Sakib Hossainabout a year ago in Fiction
The City Beneath the Earth
Riyaz, the young geologist, was curious about the unknown. He would spend days lost in ancient texts, scrutinizing antiquated maps, thinking of retrieving something that the world had long forgotten. While most focused on careers and fame, Riyaz chased whispers-legends of golden cities, buried treasures, and civilizations obliterated by time.
By Md Sakib Hossainabout a year ago in Fiction
Vein Woods: Part 2
This is the link for part 1 for anyone who has not read it yet: --- Part 2: The corrupt kept screaming, even silently long after their lungs had been taken out.
By Daniel Millingtonabout a year ago in Fiction
"The WhatsApp Message That Almost Got me Killed
PART 1: THE MESSAGE THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING The rain hammered against my apartment window like a warning. I was curled up on my couch, scrolling through memes, when my phone buzzed. A WhatsApp notification from an unknown number.
By Md. Muzammal Rahman Pirabout a year ago in Fiction
Mouths Full of Rain
I didn't mean to create a frog cult. I named the first one Cletus, after a guy my dad used to buy pills from. It felt right. Greasy name. Like something that would survive the apocalypse by crawling into the crawlspace and licking the mold off the copper pipes.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction