Mystery
The Queen Pelalandorus Incident
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Perhaps it was the wind. Others say it was because we were famished. A curse? For having killed her kin. Divine retribution for those we banished. A plague sent by the Vaquarin? For a war that was unfinished.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Lighthouse
The Vanishing Lighthouse had always been a myth—a whisper among sailors, a shadowy figure among the craggy rocks of the coast. Few who ventured near the isolated island where the lighthouse stood ever returned. Those who did often spoke of a light that flickered in the mist during the dead of night, though the lighthouse had been abandoned for years. Some claimed it was haunted by its last keeper, a man who vanished without a trace. Others believed the light was a warning from a realm beyond. Clara had heard these stories growing up, but she never believed them—until now.
By Awais Aslam2 years ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Shadows of Larkwood Manor
I first saw her by the cracked iron gate of Larkwood Manor, just beyond the woods that bordered the edge of town. She stood still, a figure of striking grace but with an unsettling air of sadness. The late afternoon light filtered through the dense forest, casting her in pale gold, and her long, dark hair caught the sun as it draped over her old-fashioned dress. There was something timeless about her — not in beauty, but in presence, as if she had been waiting at that gate for years.
By Awais Aslam2 years ago in Fiction
Part 1: Blood Moon Academy
Aria never thought she would attend Blood Moon Academy, a school for vampires hidden deep in the mountains. It was a place where humans were considered food, and only the strongest vampires survived. Aria wasn’t a vampire—not yet. She was what they called a “half-blood,” a human born with vampire ancestry. Her transformation into a full vampire hadn’t happened, but her blood was the key to unlocking her true power.
By Abdul Quddus2 years ago in Fiction
The Day the River Ran Backwards
The Vanishing of the Queen The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. No one saw her leave the palace gates, and there were no footprints to follow. But when the townsfolk noticed the river twisting against its usual current, rumors flooded the land. The Queen’s disappearance was not just strange—it was an omen, one that whispered of ancient magic stirring beneath the soil.
By mureed hussain2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows Of The Lost Queen
“The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. That were near a century ago now.” The old man said. “And you still remember it?” Thragnir said. They sat huddled near a small fire in the ruins of what had been an old temple. It had long since fallen into ruin, its grand roof torn away by conflict. What remained was a skeleton of what once stood—a few fractured beams and pillars lining the main aisle like broken bones pointing toward the heavens. The fire was almost too small to gain any benefit from it. If Thragnir hadn’t needed desperately to make the tincture that now brewed in a small flask in front of him, he probably wouldn’t have taken the risk.
By Altum Veritas2 years ago in Fiction
A Letter to Hercule Poirot
My entry into Belle's October 2024 Writing Prompt Challenge. A fictional letter, written by a fictional character to an existing fictional character from any published novel. I chose my recipient to this fictional letter to be Agatha Christie's famous detective: Hercules Poirot.
By Lost In Writing2 years ago in Fiction
The Aetheric Enigma
In the quaint, fog-laden town of Moorhaven, nestled between the cliffs and the sea, stood the imposing figure of Wraithstone Manor. The once-grand estate had fallen into disrepair, its towering spires and ornate balconies now cloaked in ivy and decay. The manor had been uninhabited for decades, ever since the sudden and unexplained disappearance of its last owner, the eccentric millionaire, Edgar Wraithstone.
By Vedant Rajput2 years ago in Fiction
