Short Story
Exploring a Haunted Mansion
During her summer vacation in the peaceful countryside, Aurora loved nothing more than embarking on long walks through the local forest. On one of these solo adventures, she stumbled upon a grand yet abandoned mansion. Intrigued by its desolation, she decided to enter and explore the premises.
By Mohammed Musa3 years ago in Fiction
The Installation
Joan managed to get down the stairs but it was a struggle. Her knees crippled her with pain. She felt every movement. Where stairs had once been easily navigable, they were now daunting. She remembered steps of the past: registry office, boardwalk hikes, temple tourist spots.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
ECHOES OF TOMORROW
In world where technology intertwines with every aspect of human life, Emma found solace in Echo, a platform that promised to preserve memories with unprecedented clarity. Haunted by the loss of her parents in a tragic accident, she sought refuge in reliving their moments together, grasping at the fleeting echoes of the past.
By Kehinde Oladejo 3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Promise
In the heart of a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering forests, there existed a story long forgotten, yet bound by the threads of destiny. It was a tale of love, betrayal, and ultimately, redemption — a narrative that echoed through generations, its secrets buried beneath the layers of time.
By Francis Labour3 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt
Two men skulked along a game trail, their path illuminated by what little moonlight the trees allowed through. The man in the lead paused, then stooped to examine a spot in the trail. He gestured to his accomplice and pointed to an impression on the ground.
By Judah LoVato3 years ago in Fiction
Faces in the Crowd
Faces in the Crowd D. A. Ratliff A Detective Elijah Boone Mystery Fireworks exploded over the city, lighting the sky with multicolored embers. My ears rang from the concussion as the sound waves pummeled my eardrums. My partner, Hank Guidry, stood a few feet from me, stoic, as he gazed at the crowd, his eyes slowly scanning the faces watching the fireworks. We had images of our perps, but finding them in this mass of Fourth of July celebrants was daunting.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction








