Mystery

The Midnight Caller
Sarah could almost think over the din of the city at this hour. The heavens had opened, and the rain literally thundered against her apartment window. The streetlamp flicked on and off outside, and the play of lights and darks in her room gave it an unreal atmosphere. For two weeks, she had been receiving calls—again at midnight—from the very same voice.
By Avs 2 years ago in Fiction
Lumina: The Phantom Convergence
In the bustling metropolis of New York City, where the shimmering skyline met the boundless night, Lumina, the radiant guardian, had become a symbol of hope and resilience. Her victory over the Voidmaster had brought a sense of calm to the city, but beneath this fragile tranquility, an ominous threat was quietly brewing.
By zenGaze2 years ago in Fiction
The man with burn scar
In a remote, desolate corner of the world, a legend persisted—a man with a burn scar, a recluse who held the key to solving the greatest mystery ever known. He had disappeared from the world, hiding from the eyes of those who sought him, consumed by the shadows of his past. His face was never seen by anyone, and his name had been forgotten by most, save for a few who whispered it in hushed tones.
By Mythicnoa2 years ago in Fiction
The One. AI-Generated.
In a world beyond imagination, where the boundaries of reality stretched across countless dimensions, there existed a hero unlike any other. His name was Mighty God, a man with a heart full of courage, a mind teeming with kindness, and the most powerful ability known to existence—Requiem. This ability was no mere power; it was the embodiment of all natural elements on Earth, a force so potent that it could bend the very fabric of reality. With Requiem, Mighty God held dominion over fire, water, earth, air, and even time itself, casting his enemies into an endless loop of death across infinite timelines.
By Mythicnoa2 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Anansi and the Golden Mango Tree
The small village at the center of a green African landscape, the savannah meeting the deep green of the forest, lived in perfect harmony with nature. These villagers lived simple, peaceful lives, to the very rhythm of the earth. Amongst them was a creature whose reputation stretched far beyond the village—a spider by the name of Anansi.
By JOHN NHYIRA2 years ago in Fiction
The Wise King and His Daughter: An African Folktale
#### Prologue In a kingdom nestled between rolling hills and deep forests lived a wise and kind-hearted king named Nkosana. He ruled over Mvikwa, a land famous across many lands for its prosperity and peace. However, the actual source of this harmony lay in the bond between King Nkosana and his only beloved daughter, Princess Zola. This then is their story, one of wisdom, courage, and timeless family bonding.
By JOHN NHYIRA2 years ago in Fiction
AGOZI THE REJECTED CHILD
nce Upon a Time in Nigeria In a small village in Nigeria, there lived a girl named Agazi. She was a kind and caring girl who lived with her mother, Chin, and her younger sister, Ify. Agazi's father had passed away when she was just five years old, and Ify was only three. Before their father's death, everything was peaceful in their home. Their mother, Chin, was loving and kind to everyone. However, after their father's death, something changed. Chin became angry and aggressive, directing all her anger toward Agazi. It seemed like she loved Ify more and showed Agazi no love at all.
By JOHN NHYIRA2 years ago in Fiction
Spacewalker
A spacewalk, that's what they named it when space was first ventured to and explored. People now lived on spaceships, but the name spacewalk had still stuck whenever someone went out.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Fiction
REVIEW; CRIME DELAYED, A BUCK TAYLOR NOVEL BY CHUCK MORGAN
Chuck Morgan Crime Fiction Author REVIEW…Crime Delayed, a Buck Taylor Novel by Chuck Morgan "Reviewed By Divine Zape for Readers' Favorite
By Charles E Morgan2 years ago in Fiction
Requiem's Prelude. Content Warning.
The worlds of super 'heroes' and 'villains' has been saturated with cliches and tropes that those with abilities feel pressured to follow and adhere to. Not I. My powers were borne from one singular act of senseless and brutal violence. As I lay on the urine-flooded floor of my toilet cubical deathbed, blood pooling from my mouth and several other gaping wounds, mixing with the brown, green and yellow creating a Pollack-esque artwork beneath my broken body, I felt nothing and everything. All at once.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
"The Vanishing Virtuoso"
Amelia's fingers danced across the piano keys, creating a mesmerizing melody that captivated the audience. She was a renowned pianist, known for her technical skill and emotional depth. But what the audience didn't know was that Amelia possessed a mysterious gift – the ability to make objects vanish with a mere touch. As she played the final notes of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, Amelia reached out to adjust the position of a vase on the piano. In that fleeting moment of contact, the vase disappeared into thin air, leaving the audience in awe and confusion. Word of the incident spread like wildfire, attracting both admirers and skeptics. Some believed it to be a mere illusion, while others saw it as a manifestation of Amelia's musical prowess transcending into the realm of the supernatural. Amelia herself was bewildered by her newfound ability and sought answers to unravel the mystery. She spent hours experimenting, trying to understand the connection between her music and the vanishing objects. She practiced in front of mirrors, recorded herself, and even consulted with fellow musicians, but the answer remained elusive. One stormy night, a shadowy figure appeared at Amelia's doorstep. It was an old man with weathered features and eyes that seemed to hold ancient wisdom. He introduced himself as a collector of rare talents and revealed that he had been following Amelia's journey closely. He spoke of a long-forgotten legend of a virtuoso who possessed the power to make objects disappear through the purity of her music. Intrigued yet wary, Amelia listened as the old man recounted tales of the Virtuoso's Curse – a gift bestowed upon those whose music could move the heavens but came at a grave price. "The curse is a double-edged sword," the old man said, his voice low and mysterious. "It brings unparalleled success, but at the cost of one's very soul. Are you prepared to pay the price, Amelia?" Amelia was torn. Part of her was drawn to the allure of the curse, the promise of unparalleled success and recognition. But another part of her was terrified, sensing the darkness that lurked beneath the surface. The old man offered Amelia a choice – to embrace her gift and unlock its full potential or to renounce it and live a normal life free from its burden. Caught between fascination and fear, Amelia knew that her decision would shape her destiny. With resolve in her heart and music in her soul, she chose to confront the mystery head-on. As she played the piano that night, a crescendo of emotions surged through her, and with a final flourish, the room was filled with a blinding light. When the light faded, the old man was gone, and in his place stood the vanished objects – a testament to Amelia's acceptance of her extraordinary gift. From that day on, Amelia's music resonated with a newfound depth, captivating audiences not just with her talent but with the magic that dwelled within her. As her fame grew, so did the whispers of the Virtuoso's Curse. Some said that Amelia's music came at a terrible cost, that with each performance, she lost a piece of herself. Others claimed that she was cursed, that her gift was a result of a dark bargain. But Amelia knew the truth – that her music was a gift, a manifestation of her soul. She played on, pouring her heart and magic into every performance. And with each note, she felt herself becoming one with the music, her spirit soaring on the wings of melody. The vanished objects became a signature part of her shows, a testament to her unique gift. And though the whispers of the curse continued, Amelia knew that she had made the right choice. For in the world of music, she had found her true magic. As the months passed, Amelia's fame reached new heights. She performed to sold-out crowds, her name on everyone's lips. But with each performance, she felt the weight of the curse growing heavier. She began to sense that she was losing herself, that the music was consuming her. One night, after a particularly grueling show, Amelia stumbled upon an ancient tome hidden away in her dressing room. The book was bound in black leather, adorned with strange symbols that seemed to shimmer in the dim light. As she opened the book, Amelia discovered that it was the diary of a virtuoso from centuries past – a musician who had also possessed the gift of making objects vanish. The diary spoke of the curse, of the terrible price that must be paid for such power. Amelia read on, devouring the words as if they held the key to her very salvation. And as she read, she began to understand the true nature of the curse – that it was not a blessing, but a test. The curse was a challenge, a push to see how far Amelia would go to pursue her passion. It was a reminder that true art came at a cost, that the pursuit of perfection demanded sacrifice. With this newfound understanding, Amelia approached
By kylie fed2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Cigarette
My fingers glided almost lovingly over the back of the knife. The excitement at the thought of what I had just done with this knife released a powerful endorphin. I enjoyed the feeling of a thousand sparks tickling my spine and finally causing an explosion in my head, where the world turned, and I began to live again for a brief moment.
By Sergej Klementinovski2 years ago in Fiction