Mystery

Senorita
Chapter 1: The Voice in the Dark In a small beautiful town of Unalaska in Alaska, where the landscape stretched endlessly into snow-covered horizons, there lived a girl named Senorita. At nineteen, she was different from most young women her age. Born into a conservative family, Senorita had spent her life wrapped in the comforting embrace of familiar routines. Her world was one of silence and shadow, as she had been blind since birth. Yet, in her darkness, her heart was an open field, eager to bloom with the fragrance of dreams and desires.
By Mustary Islam2 years ago in Fiction
What to believe?
"I don't know what to believe," Christine finished. "The only things that I can't reconcile to what I thought I knew of my husband are the camera and the vision of him with his hands around your throat. I'll never, never, be able to erase that. Never."
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Episode 3: The Curious Case of the Missing Marmalade (The Misadventures of Felix Bright and Dr. Moira Keys)
The Setup Morning broke with a sense of unease at 221B Parchment Row. Felix Bright, renowned investigator and connoisseur of peculiar cases, stood frozen before the pantry, staring into the void where his prized jar of Seville marmalade once resided.
By Marveline Merab2 years ago in Fiction
Night Walk
Unable to fall asleep due to a sense of unease, I decide to slip from my warm bed and back into my street clothes to go for a late-night walk and clear my head. Breathing deeply of the cool, damp air, I head off in the general direction of the slumbering village’s garden.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Shadow’s Inferno
She had her arrow, poised towards four hourglasses intertwined with streaks of opal and amber. The woman adorned a bold but faded tattoo on her lower arm - it read, ‘Sanguis et Ignis in aeternum regnant’. Blood and Fire will rule for all of eternity. A chill ran down my spine. She pulled the bowstring taut, perfectly aimed towards the fragile hourglasses, and took a breath, waiting for the right moment to release her arrow. Strike. The cords of essence magic within the hourglasses began to fray. The ends curled into strands of blackened magic – the most feral kind. Gradually, wisps of the black magic disappeared through the top of the hourglasses and floated to the blanket of autumn leaves. A small spark danced across the leaves, engulfing them in an amber glow. The fire spread outwards in bursts of blue, white, yellow, green and red: the colours of the elements. The flames lapped at the woman’s heels as she stepped back. ‘Let the fire burn.’
By Shivika Bhattacharji2 years ago in Fiction
The Skin-walker
Adrian Lampard’s nightly reading was interrupted by a curious sound coming from his back patio. It was subtle, but it was there. A low, almost wheezing sound. Like a heavy smoker trying to catch his breath after climbing a flight of stairs.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
Checkmate
Everything about her was a lie. From her birth certificate to her breast implants, Sarah Tyson was a total fabrication. It had to be. The assignment she was taking on was dangerous. It was the only way to be sure she wouldn't be found out. Sarah Tyson had been groomed for the past two years. Nothing was left for granted. She was absolutely the best person to pull it off. Her identity was "custom made" for the job.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
Steps
Christine pressed on, her eyes scanning the ground as she tried to gather what she knew. "I don't know who you are. You've told me that you're my husband's ex-wife but I don't know how that can be. We've been married for years."
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Trust Broken. Content Warning.
Beneath the Fractured Sky Located on the coast, Havenridge looked like the kind of town where everyone led a calm existence, but bore no other secrets than the tides. It was a stormy night, and Evelyn Carter stood by one of the oldest lighthouses in the town. Facing her, was the man she had been in love with for the past four years, Lucas Hall. But the love she felt for him was deeply buried in anger and confusion at that point.
By Rizwana 2 years ago in Fiction
Bloodstorm
Lucien Drake was a man who lived alone with his horse. The horse's name was Bloodstorm, and it was a white horse with deep red eyes. When it ran, the air grew heavy, as if an invisible weight had descended upon everything in its path. Its body seemed woven from deep darkness, so black that time seemed to stop as you gazed at it. Its eyes did not appear to belong to a living creature; they were deep red, like a sea of molten embers. Looking into them, it seemed as though they would tear apart your entire past, every sin, every fear, every hidden secret, and lay it bare before you. When the horse ran, the earth's soul would scream, as though the boundaries of time and space had dissolved. Do not attempt to touch it; its skin is colder than ice. Bloodstorm's skin is so cold that it would burn your hand. Lucien was an eighty-year-old man who had never ridden Bloodstorm. Riding the horse was nearly impossible. Lucien was once the leader of a band of pirates who had spent nearly his entire life looting ships and merchants. One day, Lucien and his gang found themselves drifting into an unknown ocean, one that was never recorded on any map. Here, the vast ocean stretched in all directions, with no shore in sight. As they drifted, they reached a desolate, deserted, and extremely strange island. The island was surrounded by massive rocks and thick fog, and there were no trees or forests. A strange silence hung in the air, everything was completely still. As soon as they stepped onto the island, they felt something, something they had never experienced before. Their ship, with all their food, fishing tools, and much of their plundered treasure, had vanished. They were surrounded by rocks and fog, with no way out. They were trapped on the island. Fear and terror spread throughout Lucien's gang. Everyone began to flee in panic, but the island was gradually shrinking, and they realized they would be crushed between the rocks. Chaos ensued, and many of the pirates jumped into the sea in an attempt to escape, but they were killed. The remaining pirates lost hope of survival when they couldn’t catch a single fish or find anything to eat. The water they had was running out. Thus, those who survived also gave up on life. Some jumped into the sea to end their lives, and the remaining ones rebelled against Lucien. In that battle, only Lucien and two others survived, while the rest were killed. The island was still shrinking, as though time and space were losing their power. It seemed as if someone controlled that part of the sea with mysterious powers. The next morning, Lucien’s two remaining companions were dead, having succumbed to hunger and fear. Lucien himself lay on the ground, half-dead, his death inevitable. His dead companions' bodies were nearby, beginning to emit a foul smell. Then, he heard a commotion in the sea. With all his strength, he opened his eyes and saw a large ship in the sea before him. He passed out again, but when he regained consciousness, he found himself lying on that very ship. In front of him stood a beautiful girl holding a large platter filled with various delicious dishes. As soon as he saw her, Lucien was captivated. He drowned in her sparkling blue eyes. Then, the ship sank beneath the sea, but after some time, it resurfaced. Lucien Drake had escaped from that dangerous island. Lucien proposed marriage to the girl, which she accepted. "And they were married. The girl did not have a name," so Lucien named her Naira. Naira was a member of the "Pirate Witches' Tribe," known for helping seafarers. But those they helped later became their slaves. Members of the tribe were not allowed to marry outsiders. However, Naira was attracted to Lucien and married him. She took him to an island called Shadow Isle, where they could never be found. Her grandfather had created that island exclusively for their family, as a refuge during times of crisis. They were both very happy and a few months later, Naira gave birth to a child. The child was very strange and mysterious. Instead of crying, the baby began to laugh loudly. Its body was covered in long, shining white hair, and it was three times the size of a normal child. As the child grew up, he gave Lucien the biggest shock of his life. He was not an ordinary child, he was a supernatural being. After giving birth, Naira died, and her body disappeared right before Lucien’s eyes. But Lucien Drake still resides on Shadow Isle with his son. Lucien named the child "Bloodstorm."
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
Zahrál mi na srdce čepelí. Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
*PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SOUND WHILE YOU READ MY STORY ;)* ~ I'm waving at the man outside my window. He is scanning through the trees.
By Kodah2 years ago in Fiction
THE SILENT WATCHER
The ticking of the clock was the only sound in the room, each second dragging like a whisper in the dark. Ava sat alone at the dining table, her fingers tracing the edges of a faded photograph. The faces in the picture smiled back at her, but something about them felt… wrong. The eyes—too lifeless, too fixed—bore into her as though they knew a secret she had forgotten.
By RK Sharma2 years ago in Fiction