Historical
Exploring the Mysterious Disappearances of the Bermuda Triangle
The Bermuda Triangle, also known as the Devil's Triangle, is a region in the western part of the North Atlantic Ocean where numerous ships and aircrafts have mysteriously disappeared without a trace. The triangle is roughly bounded by Miami, Bermuda, and Puerto Rico, and is believed to be responsible for the disappearance of over 1,000 lives and hundreds of planes and ships over the past century. Despite extensive investigations and various theories, the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle remains unsolved to this day.
By Dhavalsinh Darbar3 years ago in Fiction
Wife And The Mistress
Dhilip and Aarthi had been married for five years and they had built a life together in the small town they lived in. They were the perfect couple, or so it seemed. Dhilip was a successful businessman, and Aarthi was a stay-at-home wife. They had everything they could ever want - a beautiful house, fancy cars, and all the luxuries that money could buy.
By Word Weaver 3 years ago in Fiction
The Housemaid's Secret
Chapter 1 It was a beautiful summer day in the small town of Millbrook, where the sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Anna was walking down the street, carrying a small bag of groceries, on her way back to the house where she worked as a housemaid. She had been working there for several months now and had grown accustomed to the family's routine. However, she had a secret that she had been keeping from them ever since she started working there.
By Muhammad Zeshan3 years ago in Fiction
Open the Gate
Gateway Systems. The leaders in innovation of science, of communications, of humanity. That’s what my grandchildren called it. But the square building that reached into the sky didn’t impress me any more than the other walls I’d seen constructed in my lifetime.
By Elizabeth Kaye Daugherty3 years ago in Fiction
The Surprise Visit
I woke up groggy from a deep, but restful slumber. You know, the kind where we wake up and don’t quite know what day it is? Yes – that sort of slumber. As I sat up and rubbed my eyes to properly see, I noticed it was a dark, overcast morning. Had there not been any clouds, I probably would’ve noticed the reddish blue sky that still lingered from this morning’s dawn. As I sat in bed, mesmerized by the outside world, I heard a knock on the door. “Knock, knock, knock” came the sound – three rather rapid knocks on the door, as if in a hurry. I began to get out of bed when my still awakening senses were greeted by another rapid series of three knocks. “Knock, knock, knock.”
By Jason Jarvis3 years ago in Fiction
