Short Story

The Midnight Visitor
The Clock struck midnight in the small town of Ashford, and the usually quiet streets were shrouded in an eerie fog. Detective Sarah Lawson sat in her dimly lit office, sifting through a mountain of paperwork. She was the best detective in town, known for solving the most complex cases, but the latest string of disappearances had left her baffled. Three people had vanished without a trace in the past month, and the only clue was a cryptic note left behind at each scene: "When the clock strikes twelve, the game begins."
By Akash Venkatesan2 years ago in Fiction
No Love
Jon was staring at Daenerys without any expression. "Kiss seriously, you want to kiss after our breakup," asked Daenerys annoyingly.
By Rahul Roaring RC2 years ago in Fiction
**Title: The Midnight Adventure: A Chilling Discussion Among Friends**
**Title: The Midnight Adventure: A Chilling Discussion Among Friends** The clock struck midnight, and the air inside the small cabin seemed to grow colder. Four friends—Sam, Aria, Leo, and Mia—gathered around the crackling fireplace, its orange glow casting eerie shadows on the walls. The night outside was silent, save for the occasional hoot of an owl or the rustling of leaves in the wind. They were far from civilization, surrounded by dense woods and darkness that stretched for miles. It was the perfect setting for what they had planned: a discussion of the scariest horror stories they knew.
By Karl Nicken 2 years ago in Fiction
Unraveling Trader’s Domain
The transcript reveals a complex and extensive financial scam amounting to $500 million. This three-part series will uncover the intricate web of offshore money fraud and bring the mastermind to light. Starting at the very beginning, the investigator had just concluded the Logan Paul investigation and was looking for a new case after some indulgence—well, in coffee. And that’s when a tip about “Trader’s Domain” piqued interest. The mysterious entity had ensnared a slew of investors, including celebrities, who feared their funds were gone. Determined to expose the truth, the investigator set out to delve into this potentially massive scam.
By cathynli namuli2 years ago in Fiction
The Sound of Silence
Maya sat on the edge of her bed, the late afternoon light casting long shadows across the room. In her hands, she held a photograph, its edges worn from the countless times she had traced them, as if trying to capture the feelings from that moment. The image was one of joy—Daniel’s arm draped over her shoulders, his face close to hers, both of them beaming. It was taken on their first trip together, a time when everything seemed perfect, when love was a warm blanket that shielded them from the world’s harsh realities.
By Sodiq Ajala2 years ago in Fiction
The library of the forgotten dreams
In a small, secluded village surrounded by dense forests, there was a library unlike any other. The library was an ancient building, its stone walls covered in ivy, its wooden doors carved with mystical symbols. It was known as the Library of Forgotten Dreams, a place where dreams that had been lost or abandoned found their way into dusty tomes and worn-out scrolls.
By Francisca 2 years ago in Fiction
The last letter
In the quiet town of Eversfield, where autumn leaves painted the cobblestone streets in shades of amber and gold, an old man named Arthur lived alone in a creaky, ivy-covered cottage. Arthur was known for his reclusive ways and his habit of writing letters he never sent. His desk was a labyrinth of yellowed parchment and ink-stained quills, a testament to years of unspoken words.
By Francisca 2 years ago in Fiction
The clock makers gift
In the heart of the bustling city of Eldergrove, there was a quaint shop tucked between towering skyscrapers: Harlan’s Clockworks. It was a place of timeless beauty, filled with the gentle ticking of grandfather clocks, the soft chiming of mantle clocks, and the intricate gears of pocket watches. The shop was run by Mr. Harlan, a meticulous clockmaker with a knack for crafting timepieces that seemed almost magical.
By Francisca 2 years ago in Fiction
The watcher
The small town of Graymoor had always been a quiet place, nestled between dense forests and rolling hills. It was the kind of town where everyone knew each other, and secrets were hard to keep. But there was one secret that Graymoor harbored, one that was whispered about only in hushed tones—the Watcher.
By Francisca 2 years ago in Fiction
The forgotten door
In the heart of the sleepy town of Ellington, there stood an old house, long abandoned and steeped in mystery. Locals called it the Harris House, after the family that had once lived there. Though the place was a shadow of its former self, with peeling paint and ivy strangling its stone walls, it held a secret that few knew—one that even the Harris family had never discovered.
By Francisca 2 years ago in Fiction
You left
You left me. Lonely. Scared. A child who is only safe holding your hand and you let her go in the deep night, get lost in fear. I see our memories every time I close my eyes as if I’m walking bare feet on sharp glass. I still see your face in my selfies, holding my shoulders, your smile lightening the picture. The night that I now am forced to endure alone is sad, scary, foreign to me, different from the night I am used to. The night we walked hand in hand. The night we shared ice cream cones. The night filled with laughter echoing through the heavy trees. Now the trees are bare and the stars don’t shine. The moon is naked, unable to keep me safe. The person who was used to cry in your arms about the harsh nights is now crying in the arms of the moon about your absence.
By Marina Beshara2 years ago in Fiction
**The Trial of the Heart**
Emma jolted awake, dazed and squinting in the intense light overhead. She was sitting in a wooden chair in the middle of a big, darkly lighted courtroom instead of in her bed. Tension was in the air, and she could feel all the eyes staring at her.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction