Mystery
The Locket of Lies
Margaret shivered as she stepped through the gates of her grandmother’s mansion for the first time in years. The sprawling house had once been beautiful, but now it was a husk of its former self, covered in layers of dust and shadow. Her grandmother had passed a few months back, leaving Margaret the mansion, along with one simple request: to find the family locket that had been lost somewhere within the house.
By Parth Bharatvanshi2 years ago in Fiction
Denial
Dave's immediate response: to deny. "I don't know what you're talking about." Dave continued to walk ahead. "Stop." Bethan was behind him and he was tempted to continue but he did as he was asked. He composed his face as she came level with him. She stood directly in front of him and scrutinised him.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Eldergrove's Veil: A Story of Shadows and Light
In the heart of an ancient forest, nestled between towering mountains and a winding river, lay a village named Eldergrove. This place was shrouded in legend and steeped in mystique, where the air was thick with the scent of pine and the whispers of the past. The villagers often spoke in hushed tones about the strange happenings that occurred within the woods—the flickering lights that danced among the trees, the haunting melodies that drifted on the wind, and the shadows that seemed to have a life of their own.
By FRANCIS IKEGBUNAM2 years ago in Fiction
Be Honest
Dave thought about Bethan's question. Could he be honest? Yes, he could but he wasn't prepared for the fallout from that grenade and the damage that it could do him. Not a chance. Could he give her pieces of honesty? Yes, he could. There were things he could tell her that would give her bits of the picture he wanted her to see.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
