Mystery
Room 13
It was one dreadful evening, the rain and wind lashed the Whitmore Hotel like an angry god. Here comes Evelyn Carter stepping inside the edifice with her coat dripping water on the checkered floor. While shivering from being beaten by rain, she could smell old wood, wax, and something faintly metallic.
By Victor Mebisse2 years ago in Fiction
Get your infants here, at the Baby 'Supermarket'.
Baby supermarkets have been operating all over the world for ages. But they only sold products for tots and newborns...or so everyone thought. When Eliza met a handsome fellow who worked in the 'supermarket', and learned of the existence of one that actually sold babies...well, to put it mildly...she was struck completely dumb and flabbergasted. Robert decided to secretly show her the place on his late night shift.
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Fiction
Death by Moonlight . Top Story - March 2025.
I put down my sandwich, the salty pickles and melty cheese not hitting like usual; each swallow felt hollow. I sighed. Comfort food had lost its comfort. I reluctantly switched on the TV, wishing I could stay in denial. I slid the curtains closed to block the glare.
By Steph Marie2 years ago in Fiction
Why me?
*-- I'm in no way special. That's a certainty I can see every day. I'm just one more in the group, but I do my best to keep up with the rest. I do my job and try freaking hard to contribute to our community, as everybody else does. You can see me going far away, farther than all of my friends, and still coming back on time, every time. Does that count as a gift? I don't think so.
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Clockmaker
The Forgotten Clockmaker The town of Harrow’s Edge was a place where time seemed to slow down, as if the clocks in the village had agreed to drift into a perpetual slumber. The narrow cobblestone streets were lined with quaint cottages, and the market square, though always bustling with chatter, never seemed to age. There was one peculiar building in this town that people whispered about—the clock shop at the edge of the square. No one knew when it had been built or who owned it. The windows were fogged up, and the door creaked when it opened, but it had been there for as long as anyone could remember.
By Bob Madden2 years ago in Fiction
Ballyhoo at the Hall of Mirrors
“Step right up, step right up! Come see the amazing, the magical, the mesmerizing HALL OF MIRRORS. See yourself like you’ve never seen yourself before. You’ll be entranced. You’ll be astounded. You’ll be enlightened. Gaze into your own reflection and see the wonders of what can be, what will be, what was never to come. What’s your name son, what’s your name?”
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Fiction
The Door in the Dark
Ethan had always been afraid of the dark. It wasn’t the typical childhood fear, though. It wasn’t the kind of fear that came from shadows under the bed or monsters in the closet. Ethan’s fear was deeper, rooted in something that he couldn’t explain, something that twisted at his insides and made his skin crawl every time the lights went out.
By Zoafshan Mehmood2 years ago in Fiction
"The Final Spark"
"The Final Spark" In the year 2157, humanity had reached the edge of a new age. Humanity has entered a golden age of knowledge as a result of scientific and technological breakthroughs that had revolutionized society. However, every development brought with it a new set of issues, and the energy crisis was one disastrous occurrence that was just around the corner. The globe had been mostly dependent on fossil fuels for decades, and while green energy alternatives had been developed, they were insufficient to fulfill the growing demands of an exponentially growing population. Scientists, businesses, and governments had frantically tried to find a solution, but none appeared to be workable until Dr. Elara Nova entered the picture.
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Fiction
Two Brothers at War in the Spiritual Kingdom of Chalice. AI-Generated.
In the heart of the Ethereal Veil, where the sky shimmered with threads of gold and shadow, lay the Spiritual Kingdom of Chalice. It was a realm beyond mortal sight, a plane of towering spires carved from crystal, rivers of liquid light, and gardens where the air sang with the voices of the departed. At its center stood the Chalice of Eons, a goblet forged from the first star’s dust, its bowl cradling a radiant flame that pulsed like a living heart. The Chalice was the kingdom’s soul, a vessel of divine will that bound the Ethereal Veil to the mortal world below, its light a beacon of balance and grace.
By Great pleasure2 years ago in Fiction
The 1001st Copy
CHAPTER 1: SEVEN IDENTICAL DEATHS New Tokyo, March 15, 2145 - 4:32 AM The blue neon glow from skyscrapers filtered through broken windows, casting dancing light patterns across the cold concrete floor. The acrid smell of ozone mixed with the metallic tang of blood made Liora Kane wrinkle her nose. She stepped over shattered glass, her tactical boots squeaking faintly against the damp surface.
By THE INSPIRER2 years ago in Fiction
Harry Potter vs. Fantastic Beasts: Which Series Did It Better?
The Great Wizarding World Debate was about to take place. The interiors of Hogwarts were filled with the flickering banners showing the world of Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts; the golds and blues mixing beautifully.
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Fiction
