Mystery

Navigating the Labyrinth
The air hung heavy and still, thick with the scent of damp earth and something else… something ancient, something subtly acrid, like ozone after a lightning strike. Before them yawned the entrance to the labyrinth, a jagged maw carved into the cliff face, its darkness swallowing the meager light filtering through the dense canopy above. It wasn't simply a maze; it was a living thing, a breathing entity woven from shadow and stone, pulsating with a sinister energy that prickled Elara's skin.
By Juny2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadowy Council
The air grew colder as they ascended a spiraling staircase carved from a substance that shimmered like solidified moonlight. Each step echoed with an unnerving resonance, the sound reverberating through the ancient city like a whispered warning. Ronan, his usually jovial demeanor replaced by a grim seriousness, stopped abruptly, his hand resting on the hilt of his curved blade. Elara mirrored his caution, her own hand instinctively going to the obsidian shard that pulsed warmly against her skin.
By Juny2 years ago in Fiction
Don't be silly!
The stars screamed too loudly tonight. Each flicker a piercing cry, like they knew her secrets, the ones she’d buried under a thousand shattered shields. She pulled her knees tighter, her chest caving under the weight, her throat tight with words that never made it past her lips.
By remi2 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures of Lily and the Time Machine
Lily was no ordinary teenager. She had an insatiable curiosity that often got her into trouble, but it also made her the bravest among her friends. On one sunny Saturday afternoon, Lily, her best friend Max, and her little brother Ethan ventured to the outskirts of town to explore the mysterious old mansion that everyone in Crestwood whispered about.
By mobeen islam2 years ago in Fiction
A Chase to Remember (Marked by Love). Content Warning.
Giusi Eligio had never imagined that ten years of marriage could end with just a signature. Two weeks ago, his wife left with the kids, and since then, he’d been hovering, lost in the silence of an empty home. However, he still had to go to work. After all, he had to earn a living.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Fiction
The Frog Prince: A Tale of True Kindness
In a kingdom nestled between rolling hills and sparkling lakes, Princess Clara was known far and wide for her beauty and charm. Yet Clara yearned for something more—to be remembered for her heart, not just her face. She dreamed of a legacy built on kindness and compassion.
By mobeen islam2 years ago in Fiction
Puzzzle. Top Story - January 2025.
The package arrived on her doorstep sometime in the night, and was waiting on the step when she opened the door to take Taco, her late husband’s tiny dog, out for a walk. It was wrapped in brown paper, and bore her first name, Amelia. No last name. And no return address.
By Laura DePace2 years ago in Fiction
Unexpected Alliance
The obsidian shard, still radiating a fierce white light, pulsed against Elara’s skin, a tangible link to the humming energy emanating from the monolith. Around them, the city of the ancients unfolded, a breathtaking panorama of impossible architecture and shimmering, ethereal spires. Buildings that defied gravity seemed to float amidst swirling mists, their surfaces etched with glyphs that hummed with unspoken power. It was a city of dreams, a testament to a civilization far surpassing their own. Yet, even amidst this breathtaking spectacle, a sense of unease prickled at Elara’s skin. The silence, broken only by the whisper of the wind, felt unnatural, heavy with unspoken secrets and the weight of forgotten ages.
By Juny2 years ago in Fiction
To the Architects of My Ruin...
Dear Readers, Why did I write this? There comes a point in life when silence becomes unbearable when the weight of betrayal and injustice demands a voice. This letter is my voice, a roar from the depths of my soul to those who have wronged me, defamed me, and rejoiced in my suffering. It is not written in anger but in clarity, as a testament to the pain I have endured and the strength I am reclaiming.
By Jacob Mascarenhas2 years ago in Fiction
The Execution Force. Content Warning.
The Execution Force: A Tale of Humanity vs. the Girik Beast In the small nation of Southern Tillis, a terror lurked in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of its citizens. The girik beast, a monstrous creature with an insatiable hunger for human flesh, roamed the land under the cover of night. These beasts, towering like demi-giants, were the stuff of nightmares, and the people of Southern Tillis lived in constant dread of their attacks.
By Starline2 years ago in Fiction
How Important Is Editing When Self-Publishing Your Fiction Work.
How Important Is Editing When Self-Publishing Your Fiction Work. Chuck Morgan Crime Fiction Author There's no denying that editing plays a pivotal role in the self-publishing journey of your fiction work. As an author, you might be tempted to skip this step, but thorough editing not only enhances the clarity and flow of your narrative, but also ensures your story resonates with readers. A well-edited manuscript can significantly elevate your reputation and increase your chances of success in a competitive market. In this post, we will explore the various aspects of editing and how it can transform your self-publishing experience.
By Charles E Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
Lights
We can see lights through the trees. They should not be there, were told this was a safe place and no one would know we were here. We testified for the authorities, though we had no choice and we were promised safety.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction