Mystery

The Enemy and Vague Memories of the Past
Frank, after losing half of his battalion, despite his hopeless mind and body filled with wounds, was still holding firm and steadfast on the battlefield with unparalleled courage. In the sudden attack by the enemy forces the previous night, more than half of Frank’s battalion was killed, and the few remaining soldiers were severely wounded and exhausted.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Unseen
Sophia Daniels was an avid reader, the kind who believed books held more secrets than life itself. She often spent her Saturdays wandering through the aisles of old bookshops, breathing in the musty scent of pages that had seen countless hands and heard untold whispers. On one such afternoon, while the city outside bustled with activity, Sophia found herself at The Dusty Tome, an antiquarian bookstore tucked into a quiet alleyway.
By Karenshy Johnybye2 years ago in Fiction
The Group Chat Roast. Top Story - December 2024.
“Guys, I think my phone is freaked out,” Mia announced in the group chat.Ethan replied first. “Didn’t we agree last week you’re not allowed to watch horror movies alone anymore?”“No, I’m serious! My autocorrect has gone rogue,” Mia typed back.Lila joined in. “It’s autocorrect, Mia. It’s been sabotaging humanity since 2007. Get in line.”“NO, listen! I was texting my mom about making chicken for dinner, and it corrected ‘chicken’ to ‘children.’”Ethan: “Honestly? Sounds like your mom should be concerned about YOU, not your phone.”Lila: “‘Hey Mom, let’s roast some children for dinner.’ I love it.”“STOP,” Mia wrote, but Ethan was already on a roll.Ethan: “Imagine your mom replying, ‘Make sure they’re seasoned well.’”Lila: “And Mia’s like, ‘Don’t worry, Mom, I marinated them in teriyaki.’”Mia: “I HATE BOTH OF YOU.”
By Komal2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows Of Blackridge
Shadows Of Blackridge Part 1 Emily was greeted by the cold winds of Blackridge. She wrapped her coat tightly and looked around. The town was exactly as she had heard from her friends—small but quiet and somehow even spooky. The high mountains surrounded the town as if they were protecting its secrets. This was the place where Emily came in search of her next big story. Emily was a normal reporter from New York who had recently failed in investigating a big scam. So now her job was in danger, and her editor was not willing to give her another chance. But when she heard about six consecutive disappearances in Blackridge, she was convinced that this was the news that could save her career. For the past six months, one person had been disappearing every month in Blackridge. At first these incidents were ignored, but as these incidents increased, the fear among the people of the town grew. Now people were afraid to leave their homes. Emily wanted to get to the bottom of it all. While checking in at the hotel "The Blackridge Inn", the middle-aged woman sitting at the reception gave her a strange look. "Why are you here?" the woman asked in a cold voice. "I am a reporter," Emily said with a smile. "I am working on the missing persons cases happening here." The woman's face became frightened. She whispered, "Don't go out here at night. This place… is not safe." Emily took her words lightly. She thought these were superstitious people of an old town. But the fear in the woman's eyes was hard to ignore. After spending some time at the hotel, Emily decided to go to the main square of the town. She had to talk to the people there and try to understand how and why these incidents were happening. As soon as she stepped into the square, she saw people looking at her. Suspicion and worry were clearly visible in their eyes. No one was ready to talk to her. When he asked a question to a shop owner, he bowed his head and closed the door. But then, a thin girl slowly walked towards her. “Are you a journalist?” the girl asked softly. Her voice was trembling. “Yes,” Emily answered immediately. “What is your name?” “Sarah Miller,” the girl said. “Whatever you are doing here, please help me find my brother Alex. He disappeared last week. The police say he may have run away, but I know that’s not true. He will never leave me alone.” Emily saw a truth in Sarah’s frightened eyes. She immediately decided that she had to help Sarah with this case. “I will help you,” she said. “Tell me everything about him.” Sarah asked her to come to her house. On the way, she told her that Alex was a very cheerful and responsible person. He taught at the town school and was Sarah’s only support. Their parents were killed in a car accident many years ago. “He didn’t come home that night,” Sarah said crying. “The police did nothing. They didn’t even file a proper missing person report.” Emily realized that this was more than just a case of disappearance. There was something more mysterious. When they arrived at Sarah’s house, she showed Emily to Alex’s room. The room was clean, but Emily’s eyes immediately went to an open notebook. She picked up the notebook and began to read. There were strange markings on the pages. Three circles stacked on top of each other, with an arrow in the middle. On the last page were the words: “Shadow Hill Caves.” “What is this?” Emily asked. “These are the caves,” Sarah said. “North of town. People say it’s dangerous to go there. I’ve never been there.” Emily’s heart began to beat faster. This notebook and the markings might be connected to Alex’s disappearance. She knew she had to get to Shadow Hill Caves. That night, Emily was sitting in her hotel room, taking pictures of the notebook. She tried to find out about these marks on the Internet, but she could not find much information. Then she heard someone knocking on the window. Emily was startled and looked towards the window. It was pitch dark outside. She removed the curtain, but there was no one there. She was about to move back when her eyes fell on the soil below the window. The same mark with three circles was made there. Emily's heart sank. She thought that it seems someone is following me.
By Story Hub2 years ago in Fiction
The Eraser
If you wanted to disappear, there was once a man who could make it happen. It was one of the most interesting business cards he had ever seen.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
Playground War
Please see Parts 1 by Rowan Finley and Part 2 ~~~ The next day, Loretta Gataka got up early, put a lawn chair in her car, and drove to the playground fort. An expert at parallel parking, she was disappointed to see no cars there; now she couldn't show off and pulled right up to the curb. As the sun rose higher in the sky, she sat in her webbed lawn chair, checking her watch. Those little shits should have been here by now. What a bunch of lazy punks. I know they don't go to church and are sleeping in. She heard them before they came into view and before they noticed her.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
The Compass of Desire. AI-Generated.
________________________________________ The Compass of Desire In a quiet village tucked between rolling hills, there lived a boy named Leo. Leo was no different from any other child in his small village, except for his dreams. While others were content with their simple lives, Leo longed for adventure. He would sit by the river at night, gazing at the stars, wondering if there was something more beyond the hills he had always known.
By Karenshy Johnybye2 years ago in Fiction
The Wisher’s Arrival. AI-Generated.
________________________________________ The town of Greywood was like many others in the country—quiet, nestled between rolling hills, surrounded by tall trees, and mostly forgotten by the world. The townspeople went about their lives with little thought of what lay beyond their borders, satisfied with their modest homes, local shops, and the occasional gathering at the town square. But one evening, as the sky turned the color of burning embers, something strange began to stir in the air.
By Karenshy Johnybye2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Dough. AI-Generated.
In the small, quiet village of Woodford, Clara had been the beloved baker for as long as anyone could remember. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the streets every morning, drawing the villagers into her little bakery, "The Oven’s Embrace." Her breads, rolls, and pastries were not just food—they were a symbol of comfort, a staple of the village’s daily life. But Clara’s secret recipe was about to take an unexpected turn.
By Karenshy Johnybye2 years ago in Fiction
The Bound Pages. AI-Generated.
The members of the Oakridge Book Club had always been a tight-knit group. Every Wednesday evening, they gathered at the local library to discuss the latest novel on their reading list, each one eager to share their thoughts and insights. The small town had little to offer in the way of excitement, but their love of books filled the quiet evenings with meaning.
By Karenshy Johnybye2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Shelter. AI-Generated.
The world had changed overnight. A series of unexplained disasters—earthquakes, floods, and wildfires—ravaged the planet, leaving chaos and destruction in their wake. Cities crumbled, governments fell, and nature seemed to reclaim the land with a terrifying fury.
By Karenshy Johnybye2 years ago in Fiction
The Portal in the Attic. AI-Generated.
When 16-year-old Ben Myers first discovered the secret attic in his small-town home, he thought it was nothing more than a hidden storage space. He had explored the rest of the old house many times, but the attic door had always been locked, tucked away behind old furniture and forgotten relics from a bygone era.
By Karenshy Johnybye2 years ago in Fiction