Mystery
Spring Sacrifice
The woods of Hollow Glen were quiet, save for the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the last rays of sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting long, eerie shadows. The group of teenagers—Ellie, Jake, Sarah, and Ryan—had ventured there on a dare. Rumors of strange happenings in the forest around Easter had been passed down for years, but none of them believed in ghost stories.
By V-Ink Storiesabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
Eggshells
Margaret Whitlock was known as the best artist in the sleepy town of Greystone. Her specialty was Easter egg sculptures—delicate, intricate creations painted with painstaking detail. Each egg was a marvel, depicting pastoral scenes, mythical creatures, and swirling patterns so fine they seemed almost alive. Every Easter, people from all over flocked to her gallery to admire and buy her work.
By V-Ink Storiesabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
China creates a 35.6 Tesla magnet that breaks records.
Using a magnet composed entirely of superconducting materials, China has created the greatest stable magnetic field ever recorded, 700,000 times stronger than Earth's. Extreme magnetism is transformed from a transient laboratory trick into a manageable force that scientists can rely on and plan for thanks to its persistent strength.
By Francis Damia day ago in Fiction
The Weight of the Sky
Everyone knows Atlas holds up the sky. Children draw him in blue crayon: a straining man beneath a round, obedient globe. Teachers say he was punished for defying the gods. Priests say his endurance is noble. Poets say the sky is heavy with stars and fate.
By Lori A. A.a day 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 Writesa day 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 Patton2 days ago in Fiction
