Mystery

Knock Once, Knock Twice — The Sequel
In part I, Sarah’s night had been disturbed by a series of knocks on her door. When she opened the door, no one was there. The second time, there was a card left on the floor with the words “I’m sorry.”
By Calvin London6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Light at Harrow House. AI-Generated.
The rain had been falling for three days when Daniel Voss pulled his car into the gravel lot outside Harrow House. It was the kind of September that made the English countryside look beautiful and sinister all at once hedgerows heavy with water, the hills smeared grey and green, the old hotel's Victorian facade rising out of the mist like something remembered from a bad dream. He had booked a single room. He had booked Room 4.
By Mark Lim 6 months ago in Fiction
Love's Wild Fog
Echoes are intangible, atop the tiny brushes of leaves of St Clair. A light breath of lagged tears fog, insurmountably afloat like ash in the air. My boots press like stamps, metallic scatterings at a vocal range that deafens, making my heart stop and turn with momentary regret. Should I leave or stay?
By Susan L. Marshall6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Story. Top Story - June 2023.
The End That was the words that they wrote, the final words. There would be no more. They were written with the last ink on the last piece of paper. The story was important but would have to be kept secret and hidden.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Fiction
Saltwater
He put the boat in at five in the morning, same as always. His son had loved this part. He used to stand at the stern and watch the wake close up behind them as they moved out from the dock, as if he were memorizing the way the town looked from out here. He had not understood what he was memorizing or why. He understood it better now.
By Justin Buzzard6 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Last Hour. AI-Generated.
In a quiet corner of the city, hidden between a closed bookstore and a crumbling café, stood a shop that no one remembered opening.
By Waleed khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Train That Never Stops. AI-Generated.
The train arrived at exactly 2:17 a.m. Ethan checked his watch twice, rubbing his eyes as if sleep deprivation had started playing tricks on him. The station was abandoned—no announcements, no flickering signboards, not even a stray dog. Just silence wrapped in fog.
By Waleed khan6 months ago in Fiction
On The Bus
He was tired, he had left work late and it was grey and drizzling and going dark as he waited for the bus. He checked his phone, it was fully charged, and his team were playing away tonight but he would watch the match on the Sports Channel when he got home.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Fiction
The Feeding Ritual
The river was always the same _quiet, covered in a light mast, as if someone had placed a thin sheet over the water to hide whatever lived beneath it.
By Fazalullah 6 months ago in Fiction
VOID. Content Warning.
What if everything you know exists inside a boundary you cannot see? Not a wall. Not a limit you can touch. But a condition. An invisible frame that defines what is real, what is possible, and what is allowed to be understood.What if?
By Kelly Munala Brookes6 months ago in Fiction
The Confession Booth
The father had been hearing confessions for twenty-two years and had learned to hold them loosely. You took in what people offered, you offered back what you could, and you let the weight of it pass through you rather than settle. It was the only way to stay standing.
By Justin Buzzard6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Cartographer
She’d been making maps since she was nine years old. She started with the rooms of her grandmother's house, measuring each one with a length of string and a ruler borrowed from the kitchen drawer. The proportions were wrong, and the hallway bent where it shouldn't have, but her grandmother kept it pinned to the wall in the parlor until the day she died.
By Justin Buzzard6 months ago in Fiction