Mystery
Glass Winter | Chapter III. Content Warning.
Despite travelling together by sled for over two days, Quinart still only saw Sevt as a mystery. He might have already known everything there was to know about the man, perceiving his insolent grit and perseverance. And yet there was a secrecy about him. Quinart no longer dreamed of any tangible vision save for a timeless darkness between his waking hours, but he could not recall the dancing lights causing such distress as they now did for Sevt. His sleep would be restless, awaking with violence to wander beyond their resting site before returning to bed an hour later. Quinart might have better explained the prophetic disposition of dreams in a place like this. Probing Sevt the following morning on what had disturbed him so would only result in dismissive remarks.
By Andrei Babaninabout a year ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 8
<< Click here to read from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click here to read Chapter 7 My eye burns. The one that’s no longer there. It’s a feverish heat that swells in my scooped out eye socket and presses up against my brain. I haven’t noticed until now. My head is splitting. It’s a headache like nothing I’ve ever had before. I haven’t noticed. Dad’s liquor cabinet is still stocked. I grab a bottle. I look at you. You say nothing. You just wait. Wait like you tried to teach me how to all those years ago, by the pond, by you, by Farley, by the bonfire. Your voice going, Just wait, Mutt – just wait!
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 7
<< Click here to start from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click here to read Chapter 6 Lindsay doesn’t bother with modesty as she falls all over Laine. Her robe slips and exposes a long slice of splotchy pink flesh, a flash of matted, tight curls. Lindsay’s face is wet and snot-covered. She stares at her daughter, brushing the hair out of Laine’s face over and over. She asks, “What happened?”
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
The Chronicles of Lost Key Chapter 2 - Echoes in the Wind
Alina stood in front of her modest antique shop, the faint hum of forgotten sounds still reverberating in her mind. It had been a week since she last found a jar containing the echoes of a distant past. The memory of that hauntingly familiar melody lingered, a song that carried pieces of her own history.
By Faisal Zucker about a year ago in Chapters
The Orphans in the Woods
Rohan was sitting on the couch with the Bank Bag, and Gertrude had sat down in front of the cushioned bench chest. She knew that her mother called the bench the "Hope Chest" and had kept sentimental items inside. She lifted the top and began to look inside as Rohan counted all the money they had collected so far.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Chapters
The Chronicles of Lost Keys
Prologue (The Keeper’s Secret) In a dimly lit library hidden beneath the bustling streets of a nameless city, an old man named Mr. Mufid sat surrounded by countless keys. Some were golden, shining like captured sunlight; others were rusted and worn, whispering secrets of forgotten times. Each key hung from a wooden rack, labeled with names and dates that no one could decipher but him.
By Faisal Zucker about a year ago in Chapters
The Nightbound
The small town of Silvercrest lay nestled between dense woods and a sprawling mountain range. By day, it was quiet, its cobblestone streets and quaint shops bathed in sunlight. By night, however, Silvercrest transformed. Shadows stretched long and deep, and the air carried an eerie stillness—a reminder of the legends that surrounded it.
By Rachel Morganabout a year ago in Chapters
The Orphans in the Woods
Gertrude went to the pantry cabinet and found her box of Lucky Charms. She poured some into a bowl and then went to the sink to get water from the faucet to wet her cereal with. She sat with her bowl at the bistro table across from her brother who was almost finished eating his cereal. He looked up at her for a moment and noticed that she had Lucky Charms in her bowl.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 6
<< Click here to read from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click here to read Chapter 5 You’ve started to decompose more slowly now, the colder the season’s become. I’ll join you eventually. I'm sure of it. Until then you and the camera are my audience. It feels good to be the watched for once instead of the watcher. Finally, for everyone to shut up long enough for me to tell my story. To matter. You and I know this will all matter once the stacks of canned goods and the canteens of water run out; once December, January, February, and March pass and the ice begins to thaw and our bodies with it. Then, in the heat of summer when the tourists and the buzzards come, when Mrs. Developer and Madame Liliana come back from their real homes in Santa Fe and you and I are burning in hell; when the rot and stink get too much to hide… that’s when this confession will matter. Farley made sure of that.
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
Through The Black Window
He was dragged through the broken window by black demonic arms and he was now in a hall full of black shapes that were pressed at various windows that seemed to hang in mid-air, promising egress to those who were in the hall.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 5
<< Click here to start from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click here to read Chapter 4 The police force everyone who doesn’t have a legal right to be on the property to clear out. Guests are checked one by one as they cross the bridge back to civilization. In the corner of the barn, Mrs. Developer attempts to calm down the little girl’s mother.
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
