Mystery

The Day the Bell Stopped
It started like every other Monday. I limped through my school goals and tried to avoid eye contact with Mr. Delaney, the vice principal who patrolled the front like a guard. The sky was cloudy, and the grey type felt everything was heavier than that. I already had a pit in my stomach but couldn't say if it had skipped breakfast or if I was trying to do it.
By Liza2 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Strokes
There are stories of brilliance, of artists whose names echo in the annals of history. But for every famous painter, there’s a darker truth, a side hidden behind the layers of fame and recognition. This is one such tale, one of a masterpiece that cost more than anyone ever realized. The price wasn't paid in money, nor in time—it was paid in blood, in secrecy, and in the unraveling of the human soul.
By Muhammad Sabeel2 years ago in Fiction
The Man Who Sold Time
Everyone in the city said it was a myth. A whisper. A foolish rumor carried by the wind through cracked alleyways and flickering neon signs.
By Ahmad Dost2 years ago in Fiction
The Town That Vanished at Midnight
Prologue: The Last Bus to Hollowbrook The bus driver didn’t meet my eyes when I handed him my ticket. "Hollowbrook?" he grunted, as if I’d cursed him. "Last stop. Midnight. Don’t be late."
By Wiki Rjm2 years ago in Fiction
Nyx and the Machine
In the year 2092, Earth was quiet. Not because humanity had vanished, but because it had delegated nearly everything to its creation: The Echo Network — a global artificial intelligence system that ran cities, balanced ecosystems, and governed without bias.
By AbrarAfif2 years ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
In the heart of a forgotten town nestled between the mountains and the sea stood a small clock shop with dusty windows and a crooked wooden sign that read: Elias Grimm, Clockmaker. Most of the townsfolk passed by without a second glance. After all, in the digital age, who needed ticking clocks?
By MD BILLAL HOSSAIN2 years ago in Fiction
GHOST
GHOST STORY The incident happened on a winter night in 2012, late December or early January. I was working at an ISP call center at the time. It was noon when I woke up, so I was a common sinner of the 5:00 PM to 1:00 AM shift. Like other days, it was 1:50 AM when the office car dropped me off in front of my house. My grandparents have heart disease, and making any noise at night is forbidden. Almost as silently as a cat, I opened the collapsible gate on the ground floor and went up to the fourth floor to my attic. Rice was covered on the table, frozen beef and thick peanuts. I finished the rice in two minutes, took off my clothes and shoes, and sipped some water. It was 2:06 AM, midnight for many and the beginning of night for me. As soon as I got out of the car, I noticed a moon in the sky, sparkling like an overturned silver plate. Wrapped in a sheet, I stood on the roof, lighting a fire on the head of a goldleaf. Next to the house is the vast sand field of ASEAN City, sparkling in the moonlight, and as a bonus, a random northerly wind. With a flutter of happiness in my chest, it's on a night like this that people post on Facebook, "Life is Beautiful. I was so lost in myself, I came to my senses with the flick of a cigarette on my finger. After pinching myself a few times, my head cooled down a bit. I turned around and walked home.
By sagorbari2 years ago in Fiction
Fizzwhistle Bumbletwist and the Cheese-Fueled Time Machine
In the heart of Tinkerbellows, a town where magic and machinery danced like old friends at a tea party, there lived a most curious character: Fizzwhistle Bumbletwist. With wild red hair sticking out in all directions like a startled hedgehog and goggles permanently perched on his forehead, Fizzwhistle was the town’s unofficial inventor, official oddball, and semi-professional kazoo player.
By Ashikur Rahman Bipul2 years ago in Fiction
NEO is Coming in Speed
My name is NEO,born ages ago from gold dust and pebbles of colliding meteors in outer space. I have been flying with no specific purpose for eons adrift ,specific effects happen wherever I shift,every galaxy I swam through knows my name.Speed is my offensive skill and damage is what happens to anything that comes in front of me. I, the black asteroid the one and only, know no friends and everyone and anyone is a collateral damage in my way with diameters as large and big as you have never seen and a speed you have never witnessed with your eyes. For ages, I have been swimming in the void for no purpose crossing miles of distances in a flash of light through the darkness emitting an immense sound like a roar of terror in the lost void. Hearing it means only a crucial impact afterwards causing explosions and ruins and more dust and pebbles.
By Youness Laktaoui2 years ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Gift
In a sleepy town between two warps of fog, there was an old clockmaker of the name Elias. His store, which happened to hide in a quiet corner of a forgotten street, was overfull with clocks of all shapes and sizes, and the ticking of them in unison was so loud and clear that it seemed to distract from its own natural harmony. But a most peculiar clock in his whole collection was the one that attracted people's attention so much that they did not fear to go near him.
By StoryTime2 years ago in Fiction
OpenAI's ChatGPT Expands Into E-Commerce, Challenging Google’s Dominance
SAN FRANCISCO, April 29, 2025( BSS/ AFP) – OpenAI, the maker of ChatGPT, announced on Monday that the chatbot now includes a new shopping feature. druggies can search for products, get suggestions, compare particulars, and find out where to buy them by drooling with ChatGPT.
By Sabab Samin2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Message from Room 207. AI-Generated.
Prologue: The Diary Under the Floorboard The first rule of cleaning hotel rooms? Never look too closely. But when I pried up the loose floorboard in Room 207 of the Blackwood Inn, I found something that changed everything.
By Wiki Rjm2 years ago in Fiction