Mystery

What Happens When We Forget Humanity?
Humanity: The Light of Our Hearts 🌟 Humanity is the purest reflection of love and kindness in this world. It’s the ability to care for one another, to lift others when they fall, and to see the beauty in differences. Humanity isn’t just about being human—it’s about being humane. It’s the gentle hug to someone in pain, the helping hand to a stranger, and the silent prayer for someone you’ve never met.
By Tulsiverse2 years ago in Fiction
The Playground That Wasn't There
Lucas never knew why he preferred walking at night. Maybe it was the crisp air, the quiet streets, or the rarity of running into others. Often consumed by anxiety, his therapist suggested daily walks to clear his head and burn energy. Going at night usually helped him sleep if nothing else.
By Steph Marie2 years ago in Fiction
Freedom Fighter
The year was 1854, seven years before the Civil War officially began. The Kansas-Nebraska act had been signed. This act repealed the Missouri compromise and reopened the issue of extending slavery further north allowing the Kansas and Missouri territories to decide the matter for themselves.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
Interlinked
Was it fate? Or was it coincidence? Life used to be slow, quiet, and peaceful. Each day I wake up, glance at the rays of sunlight from my room. Phone unchecked. Nothing in my mind but blankness.
By Charm2 years ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Keeper's Daughter and the Sea Serpent's Song
The salt spray kissed Elara’s face as she clung to the railing of the Sea Serpent, a small fishing trawler bucking against the relentless waves. The churning grey sea mirrored the turmoil in her heart. She was leaving Haven’s Point, the only home she’d ever known, a place clinging precariously to the edge of a windswept cliff, dominated by the towering silhouette of her father’s lighthouse. Leaving wasn't a choice, it was an escape. An escape from the suffocating weight of tradition, from the whispers of the old wives' tales, and most importantly, from the haunting melody that only she could hear.
By Ojo2 years ago in Fiction
The Keeper of Forgotten Sounds
Every evening as the sun dipped below the horizon, Mr. Elian would unlock the doors of his little shop, Echoes & Whispers. It wasn’t an ordinary shop. No one came here to buy bread, clothes, or trinkets. Instead, it held something far more precious forgotten sounds.
By Faisal Zucker 2 years ago in Fiction
Mansplaining in a Hurry
Start Start In latest rapid-paced world, where time is of the essence and all people seems to be strolling on a good schedule, even mansplaining has needed to adapt to modern needs. Enter "Mansplaining in a Hurry," a satirical exploration of ways Bashar, our protagonist, manages to in shape his unsolicited causes into his packed calendar. This phenomenon has emerge as so widely wide-spread that it deserves a closer study its mechanics, effect, and the busy those who by some means nevertheless find time to interact in it.
By K. B. 2 years ago in Fiction
Moon Dance: A Love Story
Their love for each other went beyond the grave. They were married on a Saturday. It was the first full moon in June. At the wedding, their first dance together was a waltz. ‘Fly Me to the Moon’ by Kaye Ballard.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery Grimoire
Once upon a time, in a big city where everyone enjoyed modern life and skyscraper views, there lived a young girl named Melo. Melo was known for her kind heart, adventurous spirit, and desire to make others happy. She had always been fascinated by stories about magical creatures and adventure, like the one about Dora the Explorer.
By Meta Pen2 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost in the Shadows
It's now late. The pulsating heartbeat of the city can be heard through the fissures in the pavement, pulsating against the walls of buildings that have witnessed more deaths than lives. Through the shroud of cigarette smoke that envelops me like a comfortable cloak, I am able to hear the buzz of neon lights flashing all around me. I inhale deeply, the smoke enveloping my lungs and escaping into the darkness, leaving behind a taste of remorse and experiences from the past.
By QuirkTales2 years ago in Fiction
An Impossible Recovery. Top Story - January 2025.
“Houston, we have a problem.” Not since Apollo 13 had those words been uttered by a NASA astronaut. But there they were reverberating into the headphones of Jim Keller at NASA’s Huston Control Center.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Willow and the Lost Melody
Once upon a time, nestled beside a babbling brook, stood an ancient willow tree. Its branches, long and weeping, touched the ground like the arms of a tired old man. This wasn’t just any willow; it was said to whisper secrets to those who listened closely. Many villagers claimed it held the lost melodies of their ancestors, songs sung long ago and now forgotten.
By Mirhadi Tahsin2 years ago in Fiction