Mystery

A Broken Spaceship
I awakened to a commonplace Tuesday morning, or so I thought. As I scoured the rest from my eyes, I looked through the window to find our quiet rural area changed into a scene from a sci-fi film. Bits of a messed-up spaceship were dispersed across our lawn, in the midst of the swing set and nursery dwarves.
By Farwa Aziz2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow Side (Chapter Two)
In this chapter we are introduced to Helena - a stark contrast to our protagonist, Haven. Chapter Two - Helena ———— Helena arrived at the restaurant and quickly fluffed her hair in the car mirror. She swiped some gloss over her lips and smiled at her reflection, satisfied with her ensemble. Walking confidently into the restaurant, she stuck a smile on her face and steeled herself for the night ahead.
By Steph Marie2 years ago in Fiction
Humans are Living Weapons tol
The term "Living Weapon" are given to the most dangerous and troublesome species. The ones with deadly claws and fangs, with poisons that can melt through super alloys and densely packed muscles that allow organisms to lift close to three hundred times their weight. Living weapons is the term used for biologically superior organisms within the Galactic Federation... And Humans.
By sagar dhital2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Key
A chill settled over the town of Bellhaven as twilight stretched its shadowy fingers across cobblestone streets and ivy-clad walls. Tucked away in a forgotten corner was Alistair’s Curiosity Shop, a place most dismissed as an oddity. But on that evening, the shop pulsed with quiet anticipation.
By Lyraen2 years ago in Fiction
The Cloak of Death
Wherever I am, whatever this place, one thing is certain, time is irrelevant. There is no moon. There is no light. I am engulfed in total darkness, lying in a warm liquid – a mixture of aggregated blood and urine. The putrid stench overwhelms me, quickly filling my nostrils and etching itself into my torn, tattered clothing. The devil himself has come for me.
By John Hanna2 years ago in Fiction
The Plot
Plot Gone Wrong In the quaint little town of Maplewood, nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, life flowed slowly, like the gentle stream that wound its way through the center of the town. People knew each other by name, and secrets were scarce—until the night of the annual Harvest Festival, when everything changed.
By FRANCIS IKEGBUNAM2 years ago in Fiction
The Truth Hidden in the Silence of Centuries
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Her unexpected disappearance foretold changes of ominous import, as foretold by antiquated prophecies. On this day of Nefri's unceremonious departure, the revered river that had for so long bestowed prosperity upon the land instead retreated against its will, as if obeying some divine edict.
By ALENA8886112 years ago in Fiction
I Found Love in a Witch
Chapter One: The Bookstore Encounter Eliott Griffin had never been one for the mystical or strange. Raised in a world of spreadsheets, data, and logic, he had spent his adult life immersed in the rational world of architecture. Magic, if it existed, was something for books, movies, and those who didn’t want to face reality.
By mitchel marc2 years ago in Fiction
Soaring Among the Stars
In the velvet night, where dreams take flight, I mount my steed of silver light. The sky above is a canvas of deep blues and purples, painted with glimmers of starlight that beckon me closer. With each breath, I feel the cosmos call, an invitation to journey beyond the ordinary and explore the extraordinary realms of the universe.
By FRANCIS IKEGBUNAM2 years ago in Fiction
Lost Crown and Love
Chapter One: The Prophecy The storm raged across the kingdom of Aeloria, its winds howling through the mountain passes and driving rain against the stone walls of the royal castle. Within the castle, behind its thick, towering doors, Princess Elara sat in the cold stone room that had once been a sanctuary of warmth and joy. Her heart felt heavy, as if the weight of a thousand years of royal history pressed against her chest.
By mitchel marc2 years ago in Fiction
Into the Woods
It felt strange for both of them, walking together like this. The years where they were one floated around them, like a ghostly wraith, its presence discernible but never quite fully grasped. Anybody watching them as they set off along the path would sense that they were not strangers but could not mistake the estrangement lumbering along with them, shown in the space between each other and the rigidity in their postures.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Chasing the Silent Night
In the dim-lit streets where whispers creep, a mystery lingers, secrets to keep. The moon hangs low, a silver eye, as the detective walks where shadows lie.
By FRANCIS IKEGBUNAM2 years ago in Fiction