Mystery
The Midnight Visitor: The Hunt Begins
Days had passed since the explosion at the old clock tower, but the memory lingered in Detective Sarah Lawson's mind like a shadow she couldn’t shake. The man had escaped, leaving behind more questions than answers. The missing people were slowly being found, disoriented but alive, each one with the same story: they remembered nothing of their time in captivity, only the haunting echo of a ticking clock.
By Akash Venkatesan2 years ago in Fiction
Small Business Saga
Chapter 1: The Humble Beginning Anya was a fantasist and had that wonderful paradigm in her eyes alongside longing sinew. She also loved to cook, and her friends and family enjoyed tasting it. It was her holy ground; each recipe was a mad scientist concoction producing sweet confections that dissipated in the mouth.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Fiction
See the Light Chapter 1 Bound in Darkness
The Endless Days I lost track of time in those wretched places they put me at night where the walls seemed to close in on me, as if they too were conspiring to make my captivity unbearable. Each day felt like an eternity, the hours stretching endlessly, while the nights dwindled into mere moments of restless, haunted slumber. The world outside was changing rapidly, the days growing longer, the nights shorter, as if the very fabric of time was being pulled and twisted around me…
By Klara Nolan2 years ago in Fiction
The Midnight Visitor
The Clock struck midnight in the small town of Ashford, and the usually quiet streets were shrouded in an eerie fog. Detective Sarah Lawson sat in her dimly lit office, sifting through a mountain of paperwork. She was the best detective in town, known for solving the most complex cases, but the latest string of disappearances had left her baffled. Three people had vanished without a trace in the past month, and the only clue was a cryptic note left behind at each scene: "When the clock strikes twelve, the game begins."
By Akash Venkatesan2 years ago in Fiction
**Title: The Midnight Adventure: A Chilling Discussion Among Friends**
**Title: The Midnight Adventure: A Chilling Discussion Among Friends** The clock struck midnight, and the air inside the small cabin seemed to grow colder. Four friends—Sam, Aria, Leo, and Mia—gathered around the crackling fireplace, its orange glow casting eerie shadows on the walls. The night outside was silent, save for the occasional hoot of an owl or the rustling of leaves in the wind. They were far from civilization, surrounded by dense woods and darkness that stretched for miles. It was the perfect setting for what they had planned: a discussion of the scariest horror stories they knew.
By Karl Nicken 2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Sanctuary: A Global Odyssey
The Last Sanctuary: A Global Odyssey In a world ravaged by climate change, Earth’s once-vibrant ecosystems are now mere shadows of their former selves. Cities have crumbled, oceans have surged, and the planet’s resources are dwindling. Amidst this devastation, whispers of a last hope emerge—a sanctuary rumored to hold the secret to restoring the planet’s balance.
By Adeshola Motunrayo2 years ago in Fiction
The Unspoken Grief
Sarah sat in her living room, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that seemed to amplify every small sound—the ticking clock, the hum of the refrigerator, the soft rustle of the curtains as a breeze passed through the window. She had grown accustomed to this silence, yet today it felt different, heavier, almost suffocating.
By Joseph Balami2 years ago in Fiction
You left
You left me. Lonely. Scared. A child who is only safe holding your hand and you let her go in the deep night, get lost in fear. I see our memories every time I close my eyes as if I’m walking bare feet on sharp glass. I still see your face in my selfies, holding my shoulders, your smile lightening the picture. The night that I now am forced to endure alone is sad, scary, foreign to me, different from the night I am used to. The night we walked hand in hand. The night we shared ice cream cones. The night filled with laughter echoing through the heavy trees. Now the trees are bare and the stars don’t shine. The moon is naked, unable to keep me safe. The person who was used to cry in your arms about the harsh nights is now crying in the arms of the moon about your absence.
By Marina Beshara2 years ago in Fiction







