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The Possession of Grandma Jessie (And Her Bingo Club of Doom)"
Chapter 1: The Devil Wears Cardigans It all started on a rainy Tuesday in the quiet town of Fernhollow. Thunder rumbled ominously. Birds flew backwards. And Grandma jessie baked her world-famous prune muffins with just a pinch too much cinnamon—which, as everyone knows, is the exact amount needed to open a gateway to Hell.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
The perfect life . Content Warning.
“What if perfection was the scariest mask of all?” Nicholas clairmont was the kind of man people instantly adored. Tall, effortlessly handsome, with warm brown eyes that held a quiet, almost shy kindness, he moved through life like a ghost, unseen when he wanted to be, unforgettable when he chose to be noticed. At 28, he was a respected financial advisor, known for his patience with elderly clients and his willingness to volunteer at animal shelters, orphanages, sober living homes. His neighbors called him the perfect gentleman. His coworkers admired his calm demeanor. Women found his soft-spoken nature endearing, his smiles disarmingly genuine. Attraction towards him spread everywhere he went. No one suspected a thing. It's cause Nicholas made sure the others perceive him the way he wants. he portrays himself as a kind, innocent, naive, shy, calm guy Infront of everyone. so everyone loves him. Nicholas had rules. Never leave a trace. Never take credit. Never get angry in public. When his coworker, Daniel, was found dead in a hit-and-run, the office mourned. Nicholas brought flowers to the funeral, his face the picture of sorrow. No one knew that Daniel had been asking too many questions about the missing funds in a client’s account, funds Nicholas had quietly siphoned away. When Emily, the barista who always remembered his coffee order, vanished one night, the police called it a tragic case of a young woman leaving town abruptly. Only Nicholas knew her body rested beneath the freshly poured concrete of a new downtown parking garage. She had recognized him from the night of Daniel’s accident. A shame. She made great coffee. He had liked her. Then came Rachel. She was new to the apartment complex, bright, observant, a freelance journalist with a habit of digging into things. She smiled at Nicholas in the hallway, made small talk. Harmless. Until she mentioned the pattern. Funny how so many bad things happen around here, she said one evening, sipping wine in his immaculate living room. But never to you. Nicholas laughed softly, eyes downcast. Guess I’m just lucky. Rachel didn’t laugh back. He knew he should kill her. But for the first time, he hesitated. Rachel was different. She looked at him like she knew, and yet… she kept coming back. They became close. Then came the night she confronted him. I found your little trophies, she whispered in the dark of his study, holding up a Polaroid of Emily, the dead barista. You’re not as careful as you think. Lucas didn’t panic. He just smiled, really smiled, for the first time in years. Neither are you, he said softly. The knife was already in his hands. At Rachel’s funeral, Nicholas wore black, his face the perfect portrait of grief. Her colleagues hugged him, thanked him for being such a good friend. That night, he added her photo to his collection, The wall. After all, the perfect life required maintenance. The wall was the part of his perfect life. And Nicholas was nothing if not meticulous.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
10 Billion Suns, 10 Billion Earths?
The search for life beyond Earth has always intrigued scientists, philosophers, and dreamers alike. Recent astronomical studies have brought us closer than ever to understanding the potential for life elsewhere in the cosmos. One particularly exciting revelation is the estimate that at least 10 billion stars in our Milky Way galaxy could host habitable planets. This staggering figure doesn't just open the door to the possibility of alien life—it flings it wide open.
By MD. Nasim Hossaainabout a year ago in Fiction
Donkey in Lion Skin
There was a foolish donkey that found the lion skin, which a hunter had left behind. The donkey, out of ambition, put on himself the lion skin.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Planets in our Milky Way galaxy that are habitable can be supported by at least 10 billion stars.
Stellar corpses are supposed to cool, fade, and mind their own business. Yet a new climate modeling study hints that some of these faint objects – white dwarfs – could keep nearby planets toasty enough for liquid water to exist.
By Tobiabout a year ago in Fiction
Murder In A locked Room
#Chapter 1: The Locked Room London, 1894. The fog lay thick like soup across the cobblestones of Fleet Street. The rain had stopped, but the city still wept with a cold dampness. I had just settled into my armchair with a copy of *The Times* when Inspector Langley burst into my chambers.
By Omor Faruk Dewanabout a year ago in Fiction
Ryan Gosling to Lead New ‘Star Wars: Starfighter’ Movie in Epic Galactic Comeback
Ryan Gosling has been officially cast as the lead in the new Star Wars movie Star Wars: Starfighter, which will be released in 2027. This means that the galaxy of Star Wars has received a significant boost from the power of stars.
By Yeameen Hamzaaabout a year ago in Fiction
GIBSON PIER. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The Pier The first body turned up at sunrise, splayed like a gutted fish at the end of the Lakeshore Pier. The locals called it “The Plank”—a rotting finger of wood clawing into Lake Pontchartrain. Detective Elijah Boone stepped out of his SUV, the air thick with brine and decay. A kilo of cocaine glittered in the corpse’s hollowed chest like perverse confetti.
By Gibson Officialabout a year ago in Fiction
The Echoes in Apartment 9F. Content Warning.
When Anny merry moved into 9F of the dilapidated Fairview Heights apartment complex, she didn’t expect much beyond peeling paint, creaky floors, and the occasional scream from neighbors fighting. She was a freelance crime reporter used to chaos. But there was something about her apartment , 9F — something off.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Inbox Nobody Read
You get 63 notifications a day.But when was the last time someone really… noticed you? Chapter 1: The Disappearance Nobody Noticed
By Debarghya Chatterjeeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Locket Under the Oak
The oak tree had always been a silent witness. Its leaves ruffled with tales that no one dared to hear, and its roots dug into the ground like ancient veins. It was simply "the haunted tree" at the woods' edge to the Willowbrook residents. But to 16-year-old Lila, it was a sanctuary—a place to escape her foster parents’ sharp words and the loneliness that gnawed at her bones.
By Md Johirul Islamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Murder Code
The first body was found on a Tuesday, propped against the city library's marble lion, a black chess knight clutched in his hand.
By MD Tarek Aziz about a year ago in Fiction