Mystery
Voices (Part Two)
You can read Voices Part One here: Click Here ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ I woke up at sundown, I was a black cat mysteriously walking under ladders. When I came across to the other side, I tiptoed up on 13 mirrors, each one broke and shattered into a thousand shiny pieces.I was struggling, twisting and turning in my bed. Someone was trying to suffocate me. The lights went dark, and an umbrella opened above me.I heard a siren far away. It became louder and louder as if it were right here next to me. It was so close. It shook and rattled me, and startled me out of my sleep.
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Fiction
Am I Smiling?
Dwane stood in front of the camera adjusting his bow tie. He couldn’t remember the last time he got his picture taken. He tugged on his sweater. Brown, with cables running up the front. It was one of his favorites, and the one Morgan only let him wear during special occasions. The door to the almost empty room squeaked open.
By Jane Lopoched3 years ago in Fiction
The Enigma of Whispering Pines
In the sleepy town of Whispering Pines, where the mist clung to the trees like a shroud and secrets lurked in every shadow, a mystery was about to unfold. At the heart of this enigma stood Detective Alex Carter, a seasoned investigator with a keen mind and a knack for unraveling even the most perplexing of cases.
By Mohamed Ali3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Destiny
In the year 1940, the world stood on the brink of war. The forces of fascism and tyranny threatened to engulf the globe in darkness, as the Axis powers tightened their grip on Europe and Asia. But in one alternate timeline, a single event would change the course of history forever – the discovery of a mysterious artifact buried beneath the sands of Egypt.
By Mohamed Ali3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Sanctuary:
In the year 2087, the world as we know it had crumbled under the weight of its own hubris. Governments had fallen, economies had collapsed, and society had descended into chaos. In the midst of this dystopian landscape, one city stood as a beacon of hope – Sanctuary.
By Mohamed Ali3 years ago in Fiction
The Ugliest Building. Top Story - May 2024.
Mark Twain called the building I work in, “The ugliest building in America.” I agree. The Dwight D. Eisenhower Executive Office Building isn’t the largest in Washington, D.C., but its imposing façade makes it feel like it is. I work for the Office of E-Government and Information Technology. I have a satellite office in the bowels of this monstrosity. Working in this building gives us quick access to both the President and Vice-President because they also have offices here. This access may be why I’m in this situation, or maybe it’s the project I’m assigned to, or both.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
The Dog Walker’s Diaries
Annie Doherty, an Irish immigrant with a heart as vast as the ocean, walked the sun-kissed streets of Los Angeles with a secret tucked within the folds of her soul. To those around her, she was merely the dog walker, a kind-hearted woman with a gentle touch and a smile that could brighten the darkest of days. But beneath her humble exterior lay a world of magic—a realm where the whispers of the wind carried tales of old and the shadows danced to the rhythm of forgotten dreams.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Fiction
River of Oblivion
A rivulet talked of next stage where no one realizes if it is happening at night or early hours of the day was the River of Oblivion; the place where reason rules over fear. Those who sought its depth claimed to always come out covered in tar-like substances that stick on the bodies of souls.
By Strahinja Milošević3 years ago in Fiction
Ghost
Ghost The tattoo parlour ghost was rarely seen but people often felt its presence. Some customers claimed to have felt a cool breeze brush against their skin, sending soothing shivers down their spines. They said it lingered with them like a gentle hug that wouldn’t go until they left the building when a soft wind would carry it away from them. The non-believers attributed this to wishful thinking, but those who believed would gaze around the corners of the shop when a strange noise echoed through the space.
By Alyson Smith 3 years ago in Fiction
