Mystery
The Ghost Train
Chapter 9: The Truth of the Train The train hurtled through landscapes that defied classification—mountain ranges that floated upside down above churning seas, cities built from light and shadow, forests where trees grew backward into the earth. Sarah had stopped trying to document it all in her notebook. Some things were beyond recording.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
The Skull Beneath the Crown
From the beginning, things felt off. The bar smelled awful. The man who told him of the job seemed scared. “Find the skull hidden by the Crown.” The crowd was thick with strangers- a large hooded man sat alone in the back. It didn’t matter. The sack of coin was fat and more was promised.
By Rob Ayotte2 years ago in Fiction
Fall From Grace
Daniel sat stiffly in the 45th-floor waiting room, fingers tapping nervously against the chair’s armrest. The fluorescent lights buzzed soothingly but did little to settle his nerves. His phone had died, and he stared at the thick fog rolling past the windows. He’d been waiting for what felt like hours, but his mind refused to settle.
By Steph Marie2 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror of Elah
Chapter One: The Unclaimed Mirror In the heart of Lahore, there stood an antique store known only as Bazar-e-Khandani. The shop, tucked away between narrow alleyways, was run by an elderly man, Mr. Wali. He was known to keep an assortment of strange and curious items. But there was one item that intrigued many visitors—the mirror of Elah.
By Mystic Narrator2 years ago in Fiction
"The Girl Who Foretold Shadows Before Their Arrival"
Emily was a girl with a vivid imagination, one that transcended the ordinary. Her mind crafted entire realms of possibilities; some days, she envisioned herself as a princess in a distant kingdom, while on others, she imagined delving into the depths of mysterious caves or soaring through the sky like a bird. These flights of fancy brought Emily joy, serving as her refuge and solace. However, there was an extraordinary aspect to her imagination—something darker and unseen by others.
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Fiction
The Cursed Church
Chapter One: The Discovery of the Cursed Church Camellia stood at the edge of the dark forest, her eyes fixed on the old church known as "The Cursed Church" in the remote village. She had heard many legends and scary stories about this abandoned and mysterious place, but her curiosity wouldn't let her stay away.
By mohamed elsayed2 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Moon, Empty Heart
The night air carried a chill that crept into the bones. It was past midnight, and the world had fallen silent. Streetlights flickered in the distance, and the countryside around the small town of Ridgefield lay quiet under the glow of the full moon.
By Think & Learn2 years ago in Fiction
Our Neighborhood’s Group Chat Went Viral… Now We’re All Suspects in a ‘Who Ate Karen’s Quiche?’ Mystery
It began, as all modern tragedies do, with a text message. Karen Parkins, president of the Maplewood Culinary Beautification Committee (and self-appointed guardian of all things “artisanal”), had spent three days crafting her infamous caramelized-onion-and-gruyère quiche for the neighborhood potluck. She’d even Instagrammed it mid-bake with the caption, “When your crust is flakier than your ex’s promises. 💅” But when she arrived at the community center, the quiche was gone. All that remained was a lone spinach fleck and a note: “Sorry! 😬” written in Comic Sans on a Post-It.
By Ian Sankan2 years ago in Fiction
