Mystery
The Tosherman. Content Warning.
Toshing was a dangerous and dirty job, and its what I did for work. The sewers were often filled with toxic gases, rats, and even human waste. However, I was a tosher who had become quite skilled at my trade, developing specialized tools and techniques to navigate the dark, treacherous tunnels.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost Train
Chapter 8: Sarah's Stop Sarah had barely made it back to the passenger car when she felt it—a peculiar sensation unlike anything she'd experienced before. The steady rhythm of the train began to slow, the clacking of wheels growing more deliberate, more measured. But it wasn't this change in tempo that made her grip the nearest handrail until her knuckles whitened.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
Prodigy (Part 1)
Renegade Women's Wrestling's latest show was absolutely off the chain. Five matches took place, but the main attraction was a 15 woman battle royal. Fifteen women battling it out in a huge-sized match, and the only objective was elimination, which occurs when a competitor is thrown over the top rope, and both feat have to hit the floor. The battle royal lasted 35 minutes before it was down to two women. One was Lady Beatrice, a popular wrestler who had been with RWW for six years. The other was Joanne Kendall, who only had two years of wrestling under her belt. The two women fought hard, and the battle was taken to the edge of the ring, and seeing how they both went over the top, elimination was definitely being faced.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
Rescue Journey
Chapter One: The Distress Call The sky seemed to weigh heavily on the city that morning—thick clouds and cold winds heralded an approaching storm. Inside the operations room of the International Rescue Center, a large screen displayed various maps, terrains, and emergency markers. In a corner of the room, Major "Hossam" was reviewing previous reports when the communication device suddenly rang. All eyes turned to the main screen, where a distress signal appeared, coming from the heart of the dense tropical jungle, where a research team had gone missing days earlier.
By mohamed elsayed2 years ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Offered Her Heart
Kampala. Even the name whispers of gentle hills and the warmth of the South Asian sun. Kampala wasn't merely a collection of dwellings, it breathed in the cradle of emerald hills, a secret held close by the ancient land. Sunlight, thick as honey, dripped through the canopy of the surrounding forests, painting dappled patterns on the winding paths that led to its heart.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
The Crow-Kissed Fool
Prologue: The Calculus of Madness In Narsingdi, madness was measured in crows. A man who talked to goats? Two crows. A widow who washed her husband’s ghost in turmeric water? Four. But Rafiq Miah—the bokaa who danced in monsoon rains with a dead rooster tied to his wrist—had thirty-seven crows at last count. The village said Allah had swapped his aql with a jackal’s. Only the crows knew the truth: Rafiq’s madness was a language. And they were fluent.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana2 years ago in Fiction
“He Was Never the Hero: The Hidden Heel Legacy of John Cena”
John Cena is one of the most polarizing figures in the history of WWE — a hero to millions of fans, especially children, but also one of the most effective heels (villains) who was never truly a heel (that’s a bad guy in wrestling, for those who might not get it) in the company’s history, even though he was positioned as the ultimate babyface (good guy) for much of his career. Cena was the squeaky-clean babyface who never did anything wrong.
By Fahad Ahmed2 years ago in Fiction
The Train to Nowhere
The platform was almost empty when I arrived. Just a few scattered passengers, hunched against the cold, staring blankly into the dark. It was late—well past the last scheduled train—but the boards still glowed, flickering softly, as if they hadn’t been updated in years. My watch had stopped working sometime around midnight. Or maybe time had simply stopped mattering.
By Alpha Cortex2 years ago in Fiction
