Mystery
Mama ain’t raise no snitch
Mama Ain’t Raise No Snitch When loyalty runs deeper than freedom, silence becomes the ultimate test. The hallway outside the interrogation room was quiet, too quiet for a police precinct that claimed to be fighting crime around the clock. Dre sat at the metal table under a buzzing fluorescent light, eyes locked on the one-way mirror. He knew they were watching him—waiting for him to crack. But Dre had one thing drilled into his soul since childhood: You don’t talk to cops. Ever.
By Rick Brown2 years ago in Fiction
THE LAST WITNESS
The Last Witness — Part II : The Cleaner Detective Mara Keene packed everything in a single black duffel: her service weapon, two burners, the USB drive, a tattered printout of Evelyn’s thesis, and a voice recorder she hadn’t used in years. No laptop. No phone. Nothing trackable.
By Huda Yusuf2 years ago in Fiction
THE LAST WITNESS
The Last Witness part 1 Rain fell in sheets the night Evelyn Carr disappeared. The official story was simple: 24-year-old grad student, walking home from the university library after hours, never made it to her apartment. No signs of struggle. No body. Just an umbrella found snapped in two beside the river.
By Huda Yusuf2 years ago in Fiction
The Bone Collector’s Daughter – II: Whispers from the Crypt. Content Warning.
Part 1: The Bone Collector’s Daughter – I: The Inheritance of Shadows III: Whispers from the Crypt The days bled together after the prince’s offer. Vera wandered Blackthorn Hall like a ghost herself, her fingers trailing over the relics of her father’s obsession. The skulls seemed to watch her now, their hollow gazes heavy with secrets.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"2 years ago in Fiction
The End of Injustice
The End of Injustice There was a small colony of fishermen on the seashore. One day when the fishermen were going to catch fish, they saw an old man standing in the water. He was waving his hands and saying, Do Not go, stop, a storm is coming, you will drown
By Nikita Angel2 years ago in Fiction
The Tracks
Why don't trains travel on me anymore? I know there are weeds from time to time on my rails, but won't the wheels on the trains cut the weeds away? I swear I can hear many trains, but why don't they travel on me now? Too many questions and no answers for me.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Church by the Road. Content Warning.
This story is an encounter that I myself lived through. This is a story from somewhere in Mabima. I shall not say what the village was. There is a big Christian church near where I am referring to. It is very beautiful. Their yard is there.'' It is on the right in the direction we are travelling. Today's tale is about this church and the graveyard. So one day I'm walking home after school. It was about 8:00 pm. Once out of the bus, the place I referred to was about 100 meters from there.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
