thriller

Magical Realism
What if the impossible slipped into your everyday life without a second glance? In the sleepy coastal town of Maris Cove, where the sea whispered secrets and the air tasted of salt, Elena Vasquez lived a quiet life. At 34, she ran a small bakery, her hands kneading dough as the morning sun painted the windows golden. But every so often, the bread she baked would rise with tiny, shimmering wings, fluttering off the trays to hover like butterflies before dissolving into crumbs. To Elena, this was normal—magic woven into the fabric of her days, unnoticed by most. Have you ever seen the extraordinary hide in the ordinary?
By Thomasabout a year ago in Fiction
The Call Came After Midnight
I was half-asleep when my phone rang. The screen lit up my dark bedroom, the name flashing across it like something out of a dream — or a nightmare.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Fiction
Book Review – The Housemaid Is Watching by Freida McFadden: What Makes This Thriller Tick
When it comes to psychological thrillers that keep you on the edge of your seat, The Housemaid Is Watching by Freida McFadden delivers a powerful punch. From the first page, this novel grabs hold of you and doesn’t let go, blending family drama, secrets, and suspense into a cocktail that’s hard to put down. But what exactly makes this thriller so addictive? The answer lies in McFadden’s masterful storytelling — one that expertly balances tension, unexpected twists, and deep emotional stakes.
By Kamran Zebabout a year ago in Fiction
“The Last Paper Crane”*
In a narrow lane where the sun barely touched the ground by midday, tucked between a tea stall and an old tailor’s shop, stood a small stationery store with peeling green paint and a wooden sign that read “Baba Jan’s Papers” in faded ink.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
*The Bench by the Lake*
There was a lake on the edge of a quiet town, half-hidden behind sycamore trees and tangled ivy. It wasn’t on any tourist map, and no signs pointed to it. But those who found it—by accident or ache—often came back.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
The Train That Never Stopped
The rain had been falling for hours. My shoes were soaked through, and my jacket clung to me like wet paper. I’d been waiting at the deserted station for what felt like an eternity. The last scheduled train had passed an hour ago, but my only chance of getting home was to wait for an unscheduled freight or passenger train that might, just might, stop.
By Muhammad Kaleemullahabout a year ago in Fiction
I Woke Up as the Villain in Someone Else’s Life
I Woke Up as the Villain in Someone Else’s Life I thought I was the hero of my story until I saw the world through someone else's eyes, and realized I had become their nightmare.
By Farooq Hashmiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
A Strange Shop in a Forgotten Village In the heart of a fog-veiled village, nestled between a forgotten bakery and an abandoned tailor’s shop, stood a curious little storefront with a creaky wooden sign that read:
By Echoes by Shafi--about a year ago in Fiction
The Lost City of Zanira (Part II)
Salar got no sleep that night. His head filled with tales from the gold book. The kings of bright stars, ships that sailed the skies with no wings, and a flower that lived for a long life—it all seemed like a dream. But the book was real. It felt big in his hands. Full of real tales.
By Mehran Amanabout a year ago in Fiction
Who's the real monsters
Slowly making my way down the vents I paid attention to every sound that was made. Hannah's conversation kept replaying in my head. She has a mother who's still alive and is most likely close by. Thinking I could use this to my advantage and if she tries to get me sent to either The Thing from the Pit or Nurse Ratchet I'll come down on her hard. That would explain why everyone has been sucking up to her.
By Lucy Torralbaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Third Sun
In the skies of Velora, a planet warmed by three radiant suns, light was life. The people built their homes, cities, and faiths around the celestial trio—Solari, Ember, and Veyra—each rising in a different part of the sky, bathing the world in constant glow.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
Strike Team Revised
Hector stood slightly apart from his team. Their nervous chatter and bursts of laughter grated on his focus. Some Strike teams entered the arena for glory or thrills—but not his. For them, this was survival. A brutal winter loomed, and the winnings from the Strike were their only hope of making it through.
By Liz Burtonabout a year ago in Fiction