Mystery

The Weight of Blood - Part 1/2
“We know it's one of you.” The nameless guard's voice cut through the stale air of the dark cavern seconds after storming into the underground tavern. He wore a traditional black long coat with dark green zigzag patterns running vertically, as was custom for a Solazor Guard, but with three dark brown lapels on his right shoulder marking him as the Captain.
By Liam Storm12 days ago in Fiction
The Quiet House on Elm Street
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 12 days ago in Fiction
3. The spell that turned land to darkness. Content Warning.
I couldn’t escape. That much was clear. I was no longer bound, but I wasn’t free either. Blake had released me only to drag me toward — God knows what hellhole he came from.
By Minou J. Linde12 days ago in Fiction
TCoE: Climb
A scoff erupted from above. "You'll never make it," a man's ragged voice sneered. A twelve-year-old boy with messy dark hair and tan skin pulled his brown eyes from the parchment in his shaking hands. The sharp, resentful words cut his heart, leaving it frozen and gradually draining. The skinny lad was a bit taken aback by the stranger's harshness, but he mentally fought hard to brush it off. After a few moments, the bitter man who taunted the boy removed the hood of his cloak to reveal a scarred face. The man had wrinkly, tanned skin and long, dark hair.
By Mel E. Furnish13 days ago in Fiction
Pastel Nightmare
The Johnsons were the quintessential suburban family. Laura, her husband Mark, and their two kids, Ellie and Ben, loved going all out for the holidays. Easter was no exception. Pastel-colored eggs, garlands, and bunny decorations adorned their home every year, but this time, Laura wanted to make it extra special.
By V-Ink Stories13 days ago in Fiction
The Burrow
The Thompsons had planned their Easter weekend months in advance. A family camping trip seemed like the perfect escape from the monotony of suburbia, a chance to bond over s’mores and nature hikes. The secluded Maplewood Campground, nestled deep in the woods, promised tranquility and picturesque views. They had no idea what awaited them beneath the ground.
By V-Ink Stories13 days ago in Fiction
The Man Who Waited Every Evening
Every evening at exactly six o’clock, the old man sat on the same wooden bench outside the hospital. Rain or sunshine. Winter or summer.
By Khan13 days ago in Fiction
The Ghost on the Map: My 2,000-Mile Journey to a Paris That Isn’t There
If you type "Paris" into Google Maps, the algorithm will dutifully drop a pin on the City of Light. It will show you the winding Seine, the star-shaped sprawl of the Place de l’Étoile, and enough crêperies to feed a small army.
By George Evan13 days ago in Fiction
Someone Else’s Memories
Case #4721-B Status: CLOSED Date: October 31, 2047 Officer: Detective Sarah Vance, Homicide Division Victor Mendez died at 11:47 PM on October 29th from a single gunshot. His body was discovered in his study, slumped over his desk. Gun belonged to his wife, Margaret Mendez. She confessed immediately.
By Tim Carmichael13 days ago in Fiction
How I Turned My Life Around After Hitting Rock Bottom
I never imagined I would find myself in a dark abyss, a place so deep that even the smallest glimmer of hope seemed utterly unreachable. Yet, life has a relentless way of humbling us, and I reached the lowest point of my existence. The journey to recovery was gruelling, painful, and slow, but looking back now, I realize that every setback was a stepping stone toward the life I live today.
By Omid khan14 days ago in Fiction
No Signal
The first thing Lorelei noticed was the sound. Not silence — she had expected silence — but a roaring, ceaseless, all-consuming noise. The surf. It came from every direction, a white static that swallowed everything else, and for a long, disoriented moment she thought she had gone deaf and the world had filled the gap with its own voice.
By Parsley Rose 14 days ago in Fiction
The Quilt Maker
The Quilt Maker The woman shifted and shuffled the different cubes of fabric. All of them held different colors, patterns, and shapes. Each one was a different emotion of things. She didn’t know what to put together, but she never really knows. This was part of her process.
By David S. JohnsonWilliams14 days ago in Fiction