Mystery
Red Moon And Killer Wolves
Red Moon And Killer Wolves Under the red moon the forest changed. Trees leaned as if listening. The wolves came, their fur dark with shadow. They did’nt growl, they did not run. They walked slow, eyes fixed ahead, as though something unseen pulled them forward. In the village a single lamp still burned. A woman stepped outside, looking up at the strange sky. She never saw them reach her. One moment she stood breathing, next the ground drank her silence. The wolves kept moving, leaving nothing behind but blood in the dirt and the heavy pulse of the moon above.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Fiction
The Night My Daughter Called
Three years after burying an empty coffin, a mother receives a call from the daughter she lost to the ocean. The voice sounds real, frightened, and impossibly close. In the quiet of the night, something begins that she doesn't fully understand.
By Ajan Lori A. 8 months ago in Fiction
The Silver Creation
“My brother warned me to not accept gifts from the one who commissioned you,” Epimetheus said, his voice echoing against the stone pillars of the temple. Before him stood a woman clad in silvery raiments, her skin catching the flickering light of the torches. A silver tiara rested upon her brow, and rings glinted from her fingers and toes.
By imtiazalam8 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Silent Key
To the stranger who borrowed my silence and called it your own: I used to wonder what kind of person does that. Not steal money. Not steal fame. But steal something quieter — something invisible. An idea, a symbol, a piece of meaning that someone else built in the privacy of their own mind.
By Yasir Rehman8 months ago in Fiction
The Story Beneath The Story
People call me Bigfoot and other names and say that I smell horribly. They are afraid of me because I’m not human and have fur. I live where few people do, and the scent I give off is from my rich diet. We live in the wilderness, hiding from humans, and smell like the earth and trees. We rub the raw elk onto our fur and sometimes have nests with carcasses and excrement. Humans don’t find traces of our bodies because, when near death, our fur sheds and eagles take it away. We only die in the spring when wolf and bear cubs are emerging, and our bodies feed their young, while their parents consume our bones. There aren’t many of us left. We think humans stink, and we know when they are near. Human females smell better than males, but sometimes their acrid odor makes me sneeze; it seems to happen once every moon.
By Andrea Corwin 8 months ago in Fiction
Who's Gage
The cereal went soggy faster than I liked, but I still ate it that way. The house was quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking clock in the hallway. Morning light stretched across the kitchen table and stopped just short of the bowl. I picked up the milk carton and poured a little more into the cereal. The milk rose slowly around the pieces until they began to float. I turned the carton in my hands, reading the side the way people do when they have nothing else to look at. That’s when I noticed the picture. It was one of those missing kid photos they sometimes print on cartons. The kind they rerun every few years when the case is still open. The boy in the picture couldn’t have been older than seven. Dark hair. Thin face. A crooked smile caught halfway through forming. He was wearing a dark green jacket. I stared a little longer. Something about the picture felt familiar. The kid looked younger than me. A lot younger. But the face looked like the ones in the few old pictures I’d seen of myself. The strange thing was, every picture of me in the house started around that age. Before that, there was nothing. No birthdays. No school pictures. No awkward smiles with missing teeth. Just a blank space where those years should have been. I used to think that was normal. Lots of people didn’t keep old photos. Phones got lost. Computers crashed. Things disappeared over time. Still, it was strange how clean the gap was. No pictures from before that age. No stories either. Whenever the subject came up, it was brushed aside with the same answer. “You were little. You probably just don’t remember.” Maybe that was true. But staring at the boy on the carton, I had the uneasy feeling that I should. Like something important had been misplaced inside my own head. I looked again at the date printed beneath the picture. Ten years. Ten years since the boy named Gage had disappeared. The carton felt heavier in my hands.
By Tifani Power 8 months ago in Fiction
The Clock That Stopped at Midnight. AI-Generated.
In the quiet town of Ravensbrook stood an old house that everyone avoided. It wasn’t broken or abandoned. In fact, the house looked perfectly normal—white walls, tall windows, and a small garden that somehow stayed alive even though no one ever cared for it.
By Waleed khan8 months ago in Fiction
Moby Dee. Runner-Up in What the Myth Gets Wrong Challenge.
We all think we know the story of Moby Dick, a tale of human courage, obsession, and revenge against a monstrous white whale, a creature of evil nature. We also remember that in the end nature cannot be tamed or defeated: Moby Dick kills his obsessed hunter and leaves. This has become such a recognizable myth that the name itself -- Moby Dick -- evokes powerful feelings of fear and anxiety about the untamed monster whale in the vast ocean.
By Lana V Lynx8 months ago in Fiction
Someone Keeps Swiping Right on My Dating Profile
I downloaded the dating app two weeks after Valentine’s Day. Not because I was ready to date again. Mostly because my friends wouldn’t stop telling me to “get back out there.” My last relationship ended badly, and February had been miserable enough already.
By V-Ink Stories8 months ago in Fiction
The Last Round Before Sunrise
The group had been bar-hopping since early evening. St. Patrick’s Day had turned the whole downtown area into a blur of green shirts, plastic shamrocks, and loud music pouring from every open doorway. By midnight, most of the popular bars were packed shoulder-to-shoulder.
By V-Ink Stories8 months ago in Fiction
