Mystery
The Rescue Team in Action
As Fig moved closer to the flashing lights at the end of the street, she could see people in a rescue boat. She continued to yell and wave her hands hoping the officer at his car would notice her. Finally, she could see that he was looking directly at her and she hurried toward him, though he did not come into the water after her.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
The Shattered Promises
Introduction: The Weight of a Broken Vow Every promise I made felt like an unbreakable bond, a sacred vow that would guide my choices. But life has a way of testing our resolve, and when I broke one of those promises, I found myself spiraling into a world of guilt and regret. This story is about my journey of facing the consequences and seeking redemption.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєร2 years ago in Fiction
Bethan's Plan
Bethan I tried to call Dave again but I knew that he wouldn't answer. I'm going to have to set an ambush. At least, I know where he lives, so I can access him, follow him. I let my anger against him and my concern for Katie fuel this craziness. It just feels like another chapter in an already torturous, twisted story.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten City of Eldora:
Introduction: The Mysterious City Hidden for Centuries In a remote part of the world, beyond towering mountains and thick forests, lies the forgotten city of Eldora. Long buried under the sands of time, Eldora was a place of wonder, brimming with ancient magic and forgotten knowledge. Legends say it vanished without a trace, leaving behind only whispers of its existence. For centuries, scholars searched for clues to its whereabouts, but none were successful—until a brave young explorer named Aria stumbled upon an ancient map that would change everything.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєร2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter One: The Accidental Hero and the Very Grumpy Wizard
Chapter One: The Accidental Hero and the Very Grumpy Wizard It was a perfectly normal Tuesday when everything went wrong. Rufus Thistlewhistle, a boy of seventeen with no exceptional talents (unless you counted an impressive ability to nap through anything), had been running late for his job at "The Squeaky Stool," the most disreputable inn in the entire village of Blunderbark. It wasn’t that he particularly *enjoyed* cleaning up spilled ale and broken stools; it was just that if he didn’t, his mother would find out he’d been sacked from his sixth job this year, and the woman had a broom that doubled as a weapon.
By Sue Anne Kariuki2 years ago in Fiction
Truth - Out. Content Warning.
Luke searches Matt's face. "He pushed her," Luke states, blankly. Matt can't hold Luke's steady gaze. He just nods, his mind presenting him with a flashed moment of Mark's angry face as he lunged at Laney, and as if in slow motion, Laney's surprise as she tipped off balance, not prepared for the force of Mark's contact, and her subsequent fall.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
New User #1
The following correspondence log has been submitted into evidence as Exhibit 57A in the case United States vs. Manuel Ken Riley. This document is a transcript of correspondence that allegedly took place between the defendant (User54) and Artificial Intelligence Defense Asset (AIDA) No. 7, alias "Matilda." Information herein has been cleared by the Department of Justice to be released to any judges, attorneys, plaintiffs, defendants, and jurors involved with the case. Any distribution beyond these individuals constitutes felony espionage and will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of federal law. Highly sensitive information has been redacted. Transcript begins below.
By Zachary Warren2 years ago in Fiction
Crowley's End
I laughed under streetlights with Gaz, Brett, and Simon. I was brave. Cocky even. Not now. I shiver. The handle of my bucket is greasy with palm-sweat. No streetlights this far out. My friends are tucked safe in that warm orange glow, egging me on. I can't hear their shouts anymore.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Mark. Content Warning.
It was made up of peaks and troughs, his life. But mainly troughs. Like the ones used to feed pigs: messy; giving off a stink. He wondered what it would have been like if he'd been born to someone else, but then, he supposed then he wouldn't be him. Mark wasn't a deep thinker but he recognised thinking about what could have been didn't do any good.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Immortal Soul
Emma had always been curious about life after death. She spent her nights reading ancient texts, researching legends of immortality. One evening, she found an old, leather-bound book in a forgotten corner of the library. The title read "The Immortal Soul."
By Mafuz Rahman2 years ago in Fiction
Squid Ink Fortune
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. “Weird fortune,” I told myself and took a bite of the sugar crisp treat. I wouldn’t usually eat something dropped at my feet by some hungry street hound, a story for another day, but this particular cookie was solid black.
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Fiction
