Mystery
Prologue II: The River’s Secret
Author: Dream Books Sanjeevi Some say the river actually flows in the opposite direction, and it did the day the Queen disappeared. The water was glimmering, but usually flowing towards the sea; and originating a storm and desperate movement as if the world rejected what had occurred. People were caught standing on the river’s edge with their eyes opened wide and their lips open in prayers to gods who had deserted them. This was no ordinary omen.
By Sanjeevi Kandasamy2 years ago in Fiction
The Revolt in Ashdale. Top Story - October 2024.
The river ran backward on the day the Queen vanished. Word had quickly spread through the entire village. Anna had experienced it herself. As usual, she had been down by the riverside washing the household laundry. It was hard work, especially in the cool autumn air. Anna was the youngest maid, sent out to earn her own bread and to learn.
By Henrik Hageland2 years ago in Fiction
"THE WATCH"
There was something hypnotic about the way the old watch ticked. It wasn’t just a timekeeper; it was a legacy. Passed down from one generation to the next, the watch had seen more than any human could. Its sleek silver casing, though slightly tarnished, gleamed under the dim glow of the lamps in Ethan’s small, cluttered apartment. He often found himself staring at it for hours, as if it held the answers to questions he didn’t know he had.
By Marwa Jawad2 years ago in Fiction
Matt's Dilemma
Matt I wake up again. It's the same thing that's jolted me awake. Every time. I've told my wife it's sleep apnoea and she seems to have accepted it. She's made a comment about going to the doctor but I've managed to stave that off, for now. I don't need a machine muzzling me every night. That's not going to stop the nightmares.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Chronos Legacy
Avery Blake had always known she was different. It wasn't just the antique pocket watch she wore around her neck, ticking in perfect synchronization with her heartbeat. Nor was it the way time seemed to bend around her, stretching and contracting like an accordion in her hands. No, what set Avery apart was the weight of destiny that hung over her like a storm cloud, a legacy passed down through generations of Blakes.
By influenceinkmarketing2 years ago in Fiction
Steve McQueen's Green Rat Always Gets His Man
It's stalking me. Every street I wander, every alley. Anywhere I go. I feel its presence. Its headlights shine through me to my soul. Its slick outline and metallic sheen haunt my every waking moment. At night, there's no reprieve. Its animalistic roar drowns out silent dreams. Since my visit, I have become a marked man. One look sealed my fate. It chose me. Tony at the Museum warned me. The Green Rat always gets his man. Now, in a deserted parking lot, I hear a roar, tires screeching, and the crisp air vanishes—then, all is black. Freedom?
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Such A Lovely Place. Top Story - October 2024.
Blue. The sky way blue. Not, as it would happen, an unusual colour for the sky to be. Rather, it was what one might expect. Though, Remi was surprised, nonetheless. For some reason, on that Tuesday, he felt the sky should not be blue.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
