Mystery

The Clockmaker’s Paradox
In a forgotten quarter of the city, tucked between shuttered shops and a crumbling cathedral, stood The Clockmaker’s House.
By Salman Writes27 minutes ago in Fiction
The Island That Disappeared
Captain Zara Malik, a seasoned explorer with a reputation for chasing the unknown, led her team of marine researchers into the vast Pacific. Their mission was straightforward: map uncharted waters near the remote Coral Atoll and study its marine biodiversity. The coordinates were precise, satellite maps confirmed its existence, and weather forecasts promised calm seas.
By Salman Writes35 minutes ago in Fiction
I'm Being Followed By A Sky-Ku
I'm being followed I'm being followed I'm being followed by a Sky-Ku It sits on my windowsill and looks at me through my window
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 4 hours ago in Fiction
At the Edge of the Threshold. AI-Generated.
The first crack in the earth was so narrow that none of them were sure it was a crack at all. “It’s just a shadow,” Theo said, squinting against the late afternoon light. The cicadas were loud enough to make the hillside feel like it was vibrating. “The angle of the sun.”
By Carolyn Pattonabout 6 hours ago in Fiction
The Key of Murder
Today is May 22, 2017, the first day of summer vacation. My friends and I are excited to start exploring the neighborhood this summer. Oh sorry, my name is Amelia and I love mysteries. People tell me I have an active imagination for mysteries. Unfortunately, there isn’t much to explore in this small town. I mean I lived there for my whole life. There is never a real-life mystery in my town ever. Until today.
By Lea Rueabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
Abandoned or did he just leave home
Abandoned or did he just leave home I used to walk home late from work most nights. It was a route I knew well, one I could probably manage with my eyes closed, though I would never dare try. I have always been wary of the dark. Not frightened enough to stop living my life, but cautious. I walk quickly, keys threaded through my fingers, senses alert, listening to every shift in the night. That evening was no different, at least not at first.
By Marie381Uk about 12 hours ago in Fiction
The Amber Spires: Part One
I found the devil in the guts of the Amber Spires, more than two decades ago now, down in the filthy rubble that made up the outer rings of shacks and hovels posted up high above the filth ways. The spires are long gone now, pulverized by the Hulcans when they pushed north, but back when I was a boy they were something special. Great big towers that shot into the heavens and cast their light into the smog clouds that enveloped the concrete apartments around them, what we would have given to step one foot through those doors. It was like looking at the gates of heaven.
By Brierabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
Are Ghosts Real? Do They Exist? The Reall Truth ? Ghost Mystery Solved?
Are Ghosts Real? Do They Exist? For centuries, people around the world have shared stories of ghosts—spirits of the dead appearing to the living, mysterious shadows moving in empty rooms, unexplained footsteps in the dark, or cold chills without reason. From ancient folklore to modern horror movies, belief in ghosts continues to fascinate humanity. But the big question remains: Are ghosts real? Do they truly exist?
By Discovery Channel about 20 hours ago in Fiction
Magic. Top Story - February 2026.
Note from the Author: I want to let you know that this is an unusual story, and it has been written purely from whatever is in my unconscious mind, because before I start writing, I get into a flow state that reaches my unconsciousness. I also write in my subconscious mind, which is like a mid-flow state between the conscious and unconscious mind.
By Denise Larkina day ago in Fiction
Avoid the Rabbit
The micro below is a follow up to my recent story Find the Rabbit. It will make more sense if you read that first. Find the rabbit.
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Fiction
The Day the Sun Didn’t Rise
The weather forecast had mentioned a storm system moving in from the north. Nothing unusual. But when 6:12 AM came and went without even a hint of light, something felt wrong.
By Salman Writes2 days ago in Fiction
Lifetimes . Content Warning.
Juliette I sigh as Itap my pen on my desk staring off into space, waiting for someone to tell me to do something and I think to myself I knew this would be boring but Jesus I'm gonna grow gray hairs waiting here. I get snapped out of my thoughts when I feel my desk shake and I see a big pile of papers towering over me as a man that won't even meet my eyes but scans my body says to me, the boss wants you to go over these and make sure everything is correct and when and/or if you are done bring them back to my desk.
By cheyenne 2 days ago in Fiction