Mystery

The Vanishing House
Imagine a home, a seemingly ordinary house nestled in the quiet corners of a peaceful neighborhood. A place where families find comfort, a sense of belonging, and a promise of stability. But what if this house, after nightfall, vanishes disappearing without a trace, as though it were never there at all?
By Fahad Khan2 years ago in Fiction
The first time I saw my soulmate
SOULMATE" The first time I saw my soulmate, I was five years old, and she was laughing on a swing set. The second time, I was sixteen, and she winked at me from the back of a motorcycle as it sped away.
By Wiki Rjm2 years ago in Fiction
The Future of AI and Its Impact on Our Lives
Artificial intelligence (AI) is among the most thrilling and swiftly evolving sectors of technology. The forthcoming developments in AI present immense opportunities to transform nearly every facet of our existence, encompassing healthcare, education, employment, and entertainment. Let’s delve into how AI will further influence our world.
By Mubarak Hossain Akash2 years ago in Fiction
How Important Is Cover Design In Selling Your Self-Published Ebook?
How Important Is Cover Design In Selling Your Self-Published Ebook? Chuck Morgan, Crime Fiction Author It's no secret that an interesting cover design can significantly affect your self-published eBook’s sales. When browsing countless titles, readers often make snap judgments based on cover art alone, making it your first opportunity to catch their interest. An attractive and professional design reflects the quality of your content and helps establish your brand as an author. In this post, you will discover the key elements of effective cover design and how it can enhance your eBook’s marketability.
By Charles E Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
In the Shadow of The Monolith
We all remember the day. The day "it" first appeared. It appeared on the horizon, on the edge of town, with no rhyme or reason for why it was there or even what it was.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
AURA THAT HURTS - 2
The hiding spot had been decided: inside my bed drawer. It was spacious enough to fit 10 large suitcases. I was covered with blankets and rough quilts, trying to stay hidden. I was given my phone to contact them in case of an emergency—though I would probably be melting like ice cream from the 1000-degree heat inside.
By Anwesha2 years ago in Fiction
My Roommate is a Secret Prince (And Now I’m His Royal Mistake
The first clue should’ve been the crown-shaped birthmark on his left butt cheek. But no—I was too busy screaming at Liam for using my favorite mug (again) to notice the way he stiffened when the news played footage of "missing Prince Alexander of Eldoria."
By Wiki Rjm2 years ago in Fiction
WE MET IN AN ELEVATOR DURING A BLACKOUT. THE LIGHTS CAME ON TOO SOON. SHOCKING FINALE
The silver ring burned in my palm as we raced toward Ethan’s dorm, rain slicing through the city like shards of glass. Daniel’s confession replayed in my mind—staged meetings, fake blackouts, a family empire built on testing loyalties.
By Wiki Rjm2 years ago in Fiction
A VERY SPECIAL KIND
. A VERY SPECIAL KIND... ... OF STUPID! By Ross E F Lombardi. . To the slightly irritating investigator She said.... In a soft melodic tone.
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi2 years ago in Fiction
A Tragedy at Sea
April 10, 1912. The RMS Titanic stood gleaming at Southampton's dock, a steel leviathan poised to make her maiden voyage across the Atlantic. Among the 2,200 passengers, dreams were packed tighter than the luggage in the ship's hull—dreams of new lives, grand adventures, or simply a peaceful return home. But fate, like the iceberg that waited silently in the North Atlantic, had other plans.
By Farhan2 years ago in Fiction
A Change of Heart
The view up here looks pleasant tonight. The perfect scenery for carrying out a plan. Alana waits patiently with me… Intermittently, our gazes pretend to find interest in the sporadic cloud cover playing hide-n-seek with the stars.
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
Roses
On Sunday morning the house seemed normal, except that mom wasn’t there. When Dad answered the door, his shirt was untucked, and he had small streaks of dirt on his face. I’ll never forget how confused he was to see me despite it being a Sunday. We exchanged our usual loving words while he almost reluctantly stepped aside to let me in. I followed the familiar path to the living room that mom had so carefully decorated with photos, mostly of me. Dad never really liked having his picture taken and seemed content to have mom fill it with photos of me, Mom, and his roses. He would always say that it was “A wall full of the most important things”.
By Mary Arlock2 years ago in Fiction