Thriller

Mary had a little lamb. Content Warning.
The chapel cracked apart. Not with noise, but with absence. The air folded in on itself, and the stone walls peeled away like brittle paper, revealing darkness—not blackness, but a depthless void that watched. Gravity shifted. Time unraveled.
By E. hasan10 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
Mary wandered for hours, the cold biting at her skin, but the world no longer followed rules she understood. The village looked the same from a distance—but up close, the houses were different. Windows boarded from the inside. Doors covered in old, brittle runes. No sounds. No voices.
By E. hasan10 months ago in Chapters
The Conduit: Chapter 7
Research becomes exciting when you’re close to a discovery. The words sounded good in the head of Jonas Quinn, an archaeologist working on his doctorate. As he filled in for the professor, he struggled to figure out how to turn from student to lecturer. It wasn’t part of his plan to teach, not at this point in his life. Jonas wanted to be in the field, finding artifacts and researching their history. The world of an archaeologist sounded fun, even exciting, but he’d only been on two digs during his years at the university and had yet to find anything important.
By Jason Ray Morton 10 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
Mary awoke to silence. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep—or if she had ever truly woken at all. Time felt warped, stretched thin like old wool. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar: rough wooden beams dark with age. A candle flickered somewhere nearby, casting shadows that danced like silent specters on the walls. Her limbs were heavy. Her mouth dry. But she was alive. Sebastian was the first thing she saw when she turned her head. Sitting at the edge of the room, motionless. Watching. As always. “Where… am I?” she whispered, throat raw. “You’re home,” he said gently. His voice, once a comfort, now sent a chill down her spine. “You were sick. But I’ve been taken care of you.” She nodded, too weak to question further. He nuzzled her hand with false affection, and for a fleeting moment, Mary felt the warmth of familiarity. But then, in the quiet, she heard something else. Whispers. Faint. From the floorboards below. She tried to sit up, but her body refused. Her mind, however, began to unravel the knots. There were flashes—fragments of a forest clearing, a red cloak, blood on snow. A woman screaming. A voice, too deep to belong to any lamb, whispering: “She doesn’t need to know.” Mary began to weep, quietly. And Sebastian pressed closer, as if comforting her. But she noticed something. The smell. Not of earth or hay. Not of farm life or woodsmoke. It was the coppery scent of blood. Mary’s gaze drifted across the room. In the corner, beneath a cloth, was something lumpy. A shape she couldn’t define. She blinked hard, and when she opened her eyes again, the cloth was gone. Empty space. No trace. Her mind must be playing tricks on her. That’s what Sebastian told her. “You’re remembering things that didn’t happen,” he said calmly, almost pitying. “Trauma creates shadows. I’m here to keep them away.” She nodded, trying to believe him. But every night, when the candle burned low and the shadows grew long, the whispers returned. And they weren’t in her head. They came from beneath the floor.
By E. hasan10 months ago in Chapters
Demon Slayer: The Flame That Ignited a Phenomenon – A Complete Season 1 Breakdown
Demon Slayer: Kimet No Yaiba - Season 1 Deep Diving in as Demon Slayer: Yaiba was first broadcast in 2019. The series was produced by ufotable and is based on the comics of Koyo Hargotouji, and exploded thanks to its emotional story, with visually breathtaking animations and cast of deep human characters playing in a supernatural world.
By Atikur Rahman10 months ago in Chapters
Before It Ends. Content Warning.
"Wh... what??" My voice trembled as I stared in shock at my mother with the ring in my hands as my gaze moved to the deep red stone on it.
By Luna Verity10 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
Part Three: The Hollowing Months passed. Spring should have brought warmth and new life to the village, but instead, an eerie stillness settled over it. The trees, though green, never rustled. Birdsong was absent. The air carried a weight, as if the forest itself were holding its breath.
By E. hasan10 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
Winter came early that year. The cold was sharp, the air brittle. The village huddled into itself, smoke curling from chimneys as the snow crept silently across the fields. Mary barely noticed the change. Her world was warm, safe—protected by Sebastian. Or so she thought.
By E. hasan10 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
Mary lived in a quiet village, nestled between thick woods and open meadows. Her life was simple, and she cherished the peaceful moments spent tending to her small farm, where she kept chickens, a few cows, and, most notably, a little lamb named Sebastian.
By E. hasan10 months ago in Chapters
Whispers of the Past (Chapter 05)
Maya's mind was spinning. With every step she took, she felt like she was being pulled deeper and deeper into a labyrinth of realities she wasn't sure she was ready for. James had urged her to leave, but something inside of her compelled her to believe that she had no choice but to uncover the final truth, no matter what.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul10 months ago in Chapters
Whispers of the Past (Chapter 04)
Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she was teetering on the edge of something enormous—something that could annihilate everything she had ever known about her mother, and even herself. She walked rapidly down the streets, the notebook Daniel had given her held tightly under her arm, its weight now a constant reminder that the truth was at last within her reach.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul10 months ago in Chapters
Whispers of the Past (Chapter 03)
Maya could not get the letters, the photographs, and the man in the photos—Daniel—out of her head. Her mother had never spoken about him, not even once, yet here was evidence. These were no ordinary letters; they were confessions, heartbreaking admissions of a love that had remained hidden for years.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul10 months ago in Chapters