Mystery

The Cult of The Red Triangle
Detective Sarah Grey stood outside Pinewood High School, her mind racing with questions. The break-in at the gymnasium had been unusual, but the note they found in the locker room sent a chill down her spine. It wasn’t just a break-in; it was a warning. The message had been clear: "RUN." As the officers secured the scene and forensics began analyzing the symbol on the gymnasium floor, Sarah and her partner, Detective Mark Stone, returned to the station to review the evidence.
By Ritviz3 years ago in Fiction
The Magic Treehouse
Once upon a time in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived a curious boy named Oliver. With eyes wide as the moon and a heart full of wonder, Oliver spent his days exploring the world around him, fueled by imagination and dreams.
By mausam jhajhria3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Weaver of the Whisperwind
The wind whispered secrets through the skeletal branches of the Whisperwood. In a cozy, moss-thatched cottage nestled amongst the trees lived Elara, the last weaver of the Whisperwind. Unlike the coarse wool tapestries woven elsewhere, Elara's creations were ethereal things - garments spun from moonlight, whispers woven with wind, and dreams captured in silk.
By Ojas Baid3 years ago in Fiction
The Cult of Red Triangle
Detective Sarah Grey was eager to start her first day at the Pinewood Police Department. The small town had always been quiet, with its tree-lined streets and friendly community, but Sarah was ready for action. She had moved from the city, hoping to bring her skills to a place where she could make a difference.
By Ritviz3 years ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box (2). Content Warning.
Chapter 2: Twin Robbers I got to work and took a deep breath. I discreetly took out the spirit box and inhaled John so I could convince the chief I felt great. I walked to chief’s office and asked the chief what the assignment was for today.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of innocence
In the quiet town of Willowbrook, the sun cast long shadows over the schoolyard as children laughed and played. Among them was Sarah, a shy but kind-hearted girl with a love for books and a gentle smile.
By Charlie williams3 years ago in Fiction
Valley of Dusk
As the last beams of nightfall cast long shadows through the drapes of her little bungalow settled in a valley encompassed by the lofty piles of Himachal Pradesh, projecting a delicate gleam across her tear-streaked face, Muskaan remained by the window, lost in a self-contradicting dream. Outside, the world was slowing down for the evening, yet inside the bounds of her heart, she chose not to move on.
By Rj Sangal3 years ago in Fiction
Stargazing
It was her first beach party. There was something primal about it with the bonfire spitting sparks into the sky and the crackling cackle of wood burning. The sea's constant wash added to the sense of timelessness and ritual, the moon bright, sprinkling its silver shavings on the surface of the ocean so the night was imbued with magic. Drink was helping create this sense of a forbidden gathering. And the stars! The stars! Mara had never seen stars like them away from the muting of the streetlights.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow Over Harrowwood
Nestled deep in the heart of a dense, sprawling forest was the village of Harrowwood, a place shrouded in darkness and foreboding. The towering trees loomed over the village, their gnarled branches forming a twisted canopy that blocked out most of the sunlight. The villagers, a quiet and secretive lot, rarely ventured beyond the village limits, and those who did never returned.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ3 years ago in Fiction
The Spirit Box. Content Warning.
Chapter One: Spirit Boxing I’m Detective Fred Byrne, Jr., and this is my story. I’m a detective by trade, but boxing is my true passion. I was one of the better amateur boxers at the bar down the street from the station. I boxed during fight night at The Blue Mercury bar and grill. They hosted a ‘fight night,’ every night during the week, but ‘fight week’ doesn’t sound right for marketing.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Moonlight
In the heart of a forgotten town, where the cobblestone streets whispered tales of bygone days and the stars painted the sky with their ethereal glow, there lived a vampire boy named Ji-Hoon Moonshadow. His existence was a solitary one, haunted by the shadows of his past and the insatiable hunger that gnawed at his very essence. But amidst the darkness that surrounded him, there flickered a glimmer of hope—a yearning for something more, something he scarcely dared to believe in.
By Sara3 years ago in Fiction
Malady Mahi
First published in New English Review, June 2020 I used to wonder why I wouldn't get seasick on my surfboard but every time I took a boat ride outside the bay, I would turn whiter than any midwestern tourist on his first day of vacation in Hawaii. I would desperately attempt to focus on the horizon with that salty sailor confidence that Ralph had but would eventually hurl over the side, feeding the South Pacific fish the wrong kind of food. Ralph didn't need badges-his nautical smile and the wrinkles on his skin spoke of many journeys out to sea. His stories, however, were out of this world. Whenever my mom would announce that she would be cooking chicken enchiladas with both Verde and red sauce, Ralph was there, and he would bring along an exciting adventure each time he came for dinner.
By Tony Martello3 years ago in Fiction