Mystery
The House of Whispers
In the quaint, coastal town of Windermere, where the sea met the shore and the winds whispered tales of old, stood a house that had long been the subject of local legend. It was known as the House of Whispers, a sprawling Victorian mansion perched on a hill overlooking the town. The house was famed not only for its grand architecture but for the enigmatic whispers that seemed to emanate from its very walls, whispering secrets that tantalized and haunted those who dared to listen.
By Oluseyi Sogaolu2 years ago in Fiction
The Ghosts of Summer
The summer of 1998 in the small town of Cedar Hollow was sweltering. The heat seemed to hang in the air like a thick, oppressive curtain, and the cicadas sang their relentless song from dawn until dusk. It was a time of innocence and simplicity for twelve-year-old Lily Bennett. Her days were filled with the usual childhood adventures—riding bikes with friends, chasing fireflies, and exploring the woods that bordered her town.
By Oluseyi Sogaolu2 years ago in Fiction
The Light Not Forgotten
My evening walk is later than usual today. I like to watch the bats swooping down after their meals, which reminds me that I haven’t had anything today. Nobody is out tonight, and the autumn air is redolent of vanilla and decay. As I walk along the sidewalk, the blades of dying grass are humming and whispering. This reassures me all is well these many years. I have never missed a day.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Fiction
The Blacksmiths Call
I was late for my train. Midnight had fallen, I was rushing to the station. My bags weighed on my back. My destination was the northern part of our country—a place I had always dreamed of visiting, where snow-covered mountains towered over deep valleys and ancient, towering trees. The invitation was unexpected and shredded in mystery, a strange letter with all expenses paid. Yet, the thrill of the journey was shadowed by unease. Who was this mysterious person urging me to abandon my mundane life and join him in this remote, enchanted land?. He wrote in the letter, "Mr. Keats, We are anxious for your arrival. We are in dire need of your grand knowledge of blacksmithing. Come and you will be handsomely rewarded". I was shocked to read the letter because not any of my acquaintances knew of this hobby of mine.
By Abdul Ahad2 years ago in Fiction
The Great Divide
In a world divided by an enormous canyon known as the Great Divide, two lands lay on either side, each vastly different from the other. On the western side was the Prosperous Valley, a land of glittering cities, rapid technological advancements, and endless wealth. The people of the Valley thrived on progress, innovation, and achievement. Success was the highest virtue, and they believed their way of life represented the pinnacle of human evolution.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Fiction
Deal with the Devil. Content Warning.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. "So it begins," Alastair said, laying his top hat on the hallway table of his palatial home. He had just come from a wonderful luncheon and was full of the rewards of a comfortable life.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Flowers Died Today. Content Warning.
Part One The garden was beautiful that day - vivid, uplifting colors decorating the path to my parents' workshop. I always loved the intertwined scent of my mother's bouquets and my father's rustic furniture that would hit me even before I opened the doors.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
The Greedy Pastor
It was a Sunday morning, the kind that was filled with the promise of peace and tranquility. As an usher in the local church, John's role was to ensure the smooth running of the service. He was standing at the back of the church, awaiting the arrival of the pastor when he noticed a stranger. The man was dressed in a simple, almost worn-out suit, and his eyes seemed to hold a weight that belied his appearance.
By Emmanuel Ojenike2 years ago in Fiction
