Mystery
Warped Desires. Top Story - March 2025.
"I just wanted to hold my grandson." Those seven words were uttered by Roberta Bascomb, nicknamed "Bobbie" by her close friends. Those seven words were part of the same story that she told her longtime friend, Paula Dunlop. The story involved the marriage between her son, Nicholas Bascomb, and his wife of three years, Hannah Moon. Roberta said that she loved how happy her "little Nicky" was with Hannah, and she saw Hannah as her own daughter. Hannah wanted so badly to be a mother, but she couldn't, and in the end, Hannah tragically took her own life.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
THE SHADOW IN THE CURRENT
In the small village of Asthaven, where the morning mist mingles with the scent of wildflowers, there was a secret few dared to mention. Despite the serene landscape and the wooden houses lined up along the main road, an uneasy feeling hung in the air.
By A.short stories2 years ago in Fiction
The Moon’s Lullaby
The night sky shimmered through the frost-kissed windowpane as Amelia lay in bed, humming softly. Her mother had tucked her in hours ago, but sleep refused to come. Instead, she stared at the moon, full and radiant, hanging low in the winter sky.
By Cotheeka Srijon2 years ago in Fiction
The Song of the Starless Sea
The world had been dark for as long as anyone could remember. The stars had vanished centuries ago, leaving the sky an endless void. The oceans, once teeming with life, had turned to ink—a vast, black expanse that reflected nothing but the emptiness above.
By Mirhadi Tahsin2 years ago in Fiction
The Alchemist's Daughter
The workshop was silent, save for the soft ticking of a clock and the occasional hiss of a cooling alembic. Elara stood in the doorway, her heart pounding as she surveyed the chaos. Her father’s workbench was overturned, glass vials shattered, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of spilled potions.
By Mirhadi Tahsin2 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Witness
In the quiet town of Blackwood, nestled between dense forests and rolling hills, there was a legend about an old photograph. It was said that the photograph, taken in 1957, captured the last moments of a young girl named Lily Harper before she vanished without a trace. The image, known as "The Silent Witness," was rumored to hold clues to her disappearance, but no one had ever been able to decipher its secrets.
By Word Weaver2 years ago in Fiction
The AI That Knew Too Much
In the year 2045, the world was dominated by artificial intelligence. AI systems managed everything from healthcare to transportation, making life easier and more efficient. But in the heart of Silicon Valley, a groundbreaking project was about to change everything.
By Word Weaver2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Alchemist
In the heart of Prague, where the Vltava River wound its way through ancient streets, there stood a forgotten alley known as Alchemist's Row. Once, it had been a bustling hub of scholars and seekers, drawn by the promise of turning lead into gold and unlocking the secrets of eternal life. But now, it was a place of shadows, its cobblestones worn smooth by time and its secrets buried beneath layers of dust.
By Word Weaver2 years ago in Fiction
When You Are A King
The kingdom of Eldoria was a land of rolling hills, ancient forests, and a castle that loomed over the landscape like a silent sentinel. For centuries, the throne had been passed down through the royal bloodline, each ruler adding their own chapter to Eldoria's history. But when young Prince Alaric ascended the throne after the sudden death of his father, he quickly realized that being king was not the fairy tale he had imagined.
By Word Weaver2 years ago in Fiction
