Mystery

The Silent Poison
There’s something insidious about bad habits—something so small and seemingly harmless that you hardly notice it until it’s too late. That’s exactly what happened to Emily.
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Fiction
Jupiter deross toonfull
Jupiter Deross, real name Baby Esther Jones, is a rubber hose character and stage performer, created by StarAdanya She's petite and considered cute by her surroundings, despite her past of discrimination.
By Jupiter deross2 years ago in Fiction
The Family Secret . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Announcement “Lourdes, Yara! Come downstairs into the kitchen; we’re having a family meeting,” Mom yelled from below.
By AsToldByTee2 years ago in Fiction
The Beauty Behind the Smile
In a small, quiet town nestled between dark forests and winding rivers, there lived a woman named Lila. She was everything one could dream of—beautiful, and elegant, with skin that shimmered like moonlight and eyes that sparkled with kindness. Lila had a presence that turned heads and a smile that could brighten even the darkest room. On the surface, she seemed to have it all—wealth, charm, and the love of the community. But beneath her perfect exterior lay a darkness that no one could see, a secret that no one could have ever suspected.
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Fiction
The Moonlit Curse
Darren had never believed in the supernatural. He was a man of logic, someone who preferred the certainty of science over the enigma of myths and legends. But everything changed on the night of the full moon.
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Fiction
Writerly Desperation
I realise I'm out of practice but I think, "What the hell?" But as I sit, the conviction sinks in that it's not something I can do easily at all. The words just won't come.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Ten Mythical English Beasts Guaranteed to Keep You Awake at Night. AI-Generated.
England's folklore is a treasure trove of spine-chilling tales and eerie creatures that have fascinated and terrified people for centuries. These mythical beasts, born of oral traditions and local legends, are said to haunt the countryside, rivers, and even homes. Here are ten mythical English beasts that might just make you sleep with the lights on tonight.
By David Andrews2 years ago in Fiction
Arresting Decision
"Okay," Bethan said after a good thirty seconds of silence from Dave. "You can't confess. I wish that I could say that I am surprised but I'm not. Why would you admit it now? You're facing your own death and you still can't clear your conscience."
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Three ghosts
The ghost of three girls wearing a veil The veil is famous for its narrow and winding paths, connecting the west with the center of the South.
By Mind Truong 🇻🇳2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Message from the Future
The first time I heard my name resonated in the stillness of my apartment, I assumed it was just a trick of my tired mind. The clock read 3:00 a.m., and the only noise should have been the gentle hum of my air conditioner. Yet, there it was—a whisper, soft but unmistakable.
By Indira Fania2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Game
I wrote this for my first attempt participating in a writing battle. I've tweaked and enhanced it slightly after recieving judge's feedback, but here it is:
By Steph Marie2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow Queen's Gambit . AI-Generated.
Beneath the shadow of the Mourning Mountains, in a land where twilight never faded, the people of Eredel lived in eternal fear. The sun, if it still existed, was but a faint memory, obscured by a pall of mist and dread. The air was thick with a perpetual fog that clung to the earth, hiding the sinister beauty of the land—forests of gnarled trees that twisted like bones and cliffs that loomed like dark sentinels over the world below. At the heart of it all stood the ancient Castle of the Shadow Queen, her domain an impenetrable fortress where the sun had long since perished.The Queen's name was whispered in fear. It was said she ruled with an iron hand and a heart colder than the very stone her throne was carved from. Her creatures, the Drelk—pale, twisted beings with soulless eyes—were her servants, hunting in the forests and collecting souls to add to her dark power. Those taken by the Drelk were never seen again, their voices forever lost, trapped in the dark halls of the Queen’s castle as their spirits wandered aimlessly for eternity.
By Lucia2 years ago in Fiction