Mystery
Three questions ?
The king has become old. He is very old. His eyes cannot see well these days. He can barely hear. He has no strength in his body. In this condition, it is not possible for him to rule the kingdom. The king decided in his heart which of his sons he will give the responsibility of the kingdom to. Then he will spend the rest of his life in quiet punishment.
By Md Ariful Islam2 years ago in Fiction
The Three Boons
Once upon a time, there was a blacksmith in a certain village, so unfortunate that no one else in any country was as unlucky as him. Whenever he was asked to make something, he would end up making something entirely different. If he was asked to repair something, he would break it even more. As for deceiving people, he was a master at it! So, no one wanted to give him any work, and he could barely get two meals a day. The only benefit he had was that he was constantly scolded by his wife.
By Alomgir Hossain2 years ago in Fiction
Top Ten: remarkable experimental aircraft
The spectacular North American X-15 was the pinnacle of the US series of ever-faster X-planes. Despite the fact that the previous record was set in 1967, this unparalleled aircraft continues to be the fastest aircraft ever built with a human pilot. It was carried to a high altitude beneath the wing of its NB-52 mothership before being released at 45,000 feet at a speed of about 500 miles per hour. At that point, the aircraft's rocket propulsion would propel it to speeds exceeding Mach 6 and altitudes exceeding 100 kilometers.
By Shaeen Sarker2 years ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Daughter
Chapter 1: The Thirteenth Chime The fire alarm screamed at 3:33 a.m. Evelyn jolted awake, her heart slamming against her ribs. Smoke curled under her bedroom door like ghostly fingers. She stumbled to the window, but the latch—rusted shut for years—refused to budge. Behind her, flames licked the walls of her father’s old clock shop, devouring decades of gears, pendulums, and handwritten repair logs.
By Sanchita Chatterjee2 years ago in Fiction
The Library of Forgotten Words
The first time Clara stumbled into the library, she wasn’t looking for answers. She was running from the silence. It had been six months since the accident—since the screech of tires and the hollow ring of a phone call had cleaved her life in two. Her husband, James, was gone, and with him, the sound of his laughter, the cadence of his voice, the stories he’d scribble on napkins and slip into her coat pockets. Now, their apartment echoed with absence. So Clara walked. She walked until her feet blistered, until the streets of London blurred into a maze of rain and stone. That’s when she saw it: a crooked building wedged between a pawnshop and a boarded-up café, its sign hanging by a single chain.
By Sanchita Chatterjee2 years ago in Fiction
The Vanisher - Part 2 . Top Story - April 2025.
If you have not read part 1 to this story, written by Komal, then please do so via the following link: Elana worked in a bakery named Maison Landemaine in Paris. Six days a week, she was surrounded by the smell of demi-baguettes, Tarte au Citrons, and the most delicious smelling croissants. She liked her coworkers enough and the routine nature of her job was comforting.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
“The Forgotten Town That Doesn’t Exist on Any Map – A Chilling Urban Legend”
The Discovery It began like any other road trip. Jenna and Marcus were driving cross-country, taking the scenic route through old backroads of rural Pennsylvania. Their GPS signal had been weak for hours, but the road was clear, and they weren’t in a rush. As the sun began to dip below the treetops, a faded wooden sign caught their attention: Welcome to Dry Hollow – Pop. ??? The sign was old and splintered, the paint barely visible. It wasn’t listed on any of the travel apps they were using. Curious and a bit spooked, they decided to explore. They turned off the main road and entered a place that seemed suspended in time. A Town Stuck in Another Era The houses were Victorian in style but dilapidated, as though untouched for decades. Overgrown weeds swallowed front porches. Streetlamps flickered with a dim orange glow, despite the sun not having fully set. An old diner stood at the corner of what looked like Main Street, with a neon sign that blinked “Open” even though there was no one inside. What was most unsettling wasn’t the state of decay—it was the silence. Not a bird, not a dog barking, not even the wind. Just absolute, eerie stillness. Yet the town didn’t feel abandoned. It felt… watched. The Locals Who Shouldn’t Be There Just as they debated turning back, they saw her. An elderly woman, dressed in a faded floral dress, sitting on a rocking chair. She smiled, but there was something strange about it—like her face was remembering a time her soul had long forgotten. “Not many folks come through Dry Hollow anymore,” she said. Jenna asked how long she had lived there. “Oh, all my life, dear. Since 1924.” Marcus laughed nervously. “You look great for a hundred.” She didn’t laugh. “Time moves different here.” Before they could ask more, a man stepped out of the shadows. “You should get going before dark,” he said firmly. “Roads get hard to follow at night.” They didn’t need more convincing. They got back into their car and took off. The Town That Disappears Back on the main road, the GPS came back online. Jenna tried searching for Dry Hollow—nothing. No results. They backtracked the way they came, trying to retrace their steps. But the turnoff was gone. The old sign? Vanished. It was as if the town had been swallowed whole. They checked historical maps and online databases when they got home. No mention. They even asked locals in nearby towns—none had heard of Dry Hollow. Theories and Whispers Urban explorers and Reddit threads occasionally bring up similar stories. A handful of users claim to have visited towns with similar qualities: people dressed in out-of-date clothing, silence too deep to be natural, and a strange sense of timelessness. Some think these towns are echoes—residual energy from tragic pasts, like entire towns caught in spiritual loops. Others believe they are slips in reality, where the veil between dimensions thins. A few even whisper about government experiments, towns erased from the grid for reasons better left unknown. One popular theory says Dry Hollow was quarantined after a mysterious illness in the 1930s. Rather than letting the infection spread, the town was wiped off every official record—and perhaps something else kept it going. Why You Shouldn’t Look for It It’s tempting to think of Dry Hollow as just a myth—a creepy campfire story for the digital age. But if Jenna and Marcus’s story is real (and they stick by it to this day), then perhaps some places aren’t meant to be found. After all, some maps leave things out on purpose. Final Thoughts Whether Dry Hollow is a figment of overactive imaginations or a sliver of an alternate reality, stories like this keep our fascination with the unknown alive. They remind us that even in a world of satellites and surveillance, mystery still has its hiding places. So next time you’re on a lonely road and you see a turnoff that wasn’t there before—ask yourself: do you really want to see where it leads?
By GadgetGround2 years ago in Fiction
