Mystery
Whispers in the Night
I’d never imagined, in one thousand lifetimes, to meet with the one thing my inner child needed. A vivid world created by my own brain, perhaps even a memory. A world full of wonder and imagination, that lives and breathes deep underground. Where whispers guide the weak, the trees hum songs of magic. A peaceful world full of nature, where mushrooms can grow as tall as skyscrapers. A world once lived in peace, the silence around the residents, now filled with corruption and power, transformed into a land not seen by the ancient ancestors that would guide this world, all vanished.
By Elizabeth Butler3 years ago in Fiction
Haily's Comet
The shooting star streaked across the night sky, knocked from the heavens by some unknown force, and descended in a brilliant trail of glimmering silver. As it descended the exosphere into the thermosphere, passing the mesosphere, stratosphere, and finally, troposphere, it decreased in size and weight. It was no larger than a gumball when it collided with the grass in Haily’s backyard. Usually, such a happening would have passed notice, but Haily could not sleep, so she sat awake near her window. Her parents had gotten her a telescope after much begging last year, and it had become a pastime, on the night's sleep eluded her, gaze up into the heavens until she became too exhausted to keep her eyes open.
By S.N. Evans3 years ago in Fiction
The Untold mystery of Tribal rebel
Once their was a young dashing boy whose name was Shaheed. He was 17 year old. He was the youngest child in his family. His family includes his father Saqib his brother Javid and his beloved mother. They belongs to a tribal area of a country named as Karistan.
By Shaheed Ullah Khan3 years ago in Fiction
Mr. Murder Tree. Content Warning.
A Terrifying Tremulous Trees origin story Long before I was known as Mr. Murder Tree, I was known as Muata, The Mighty Oak. This was a name given to me by a Miwok named Honon. Even though his name meant bear, I called him The Yellow Jacket catcher, and he called me the same when he gave me my name. Before him, I had no name.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Super action
In a tale of ancient legend, a benevolent deity, embodying the essence of fire, once graced the world. This divine being, embodying both beauty and ferocity, bestowed upon humanity countless wonders and gifts, only to have her generosity met with ingratitude and theft. As humans coveted the Lost Hearts of the Goddess, her gentle nature turned to wrath, transforming her into a fearsome fire monster.
By the power of spirit3 years ago in Fiction
