Mystery
The Mist of Malnora
Haganto tried to find a way to convince Alanus to not come with him in the following days. Unfortunately, every time he tried, Alanus would either easily refute him or stop him from getting his words out. Haganto even told him about the mist surrounding Malnora but Alanus didn’t seem to care. So after a while, Haganto gave up, though Alanus’ company would make going through the mist more difficult.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Fiction
The Save
If walls could talk, I would probably yell that the owner of this house needs to stop blowing on that trumpet. Does he honestly think that what he plays is music? If we walls had ears our ears would be bleeding. Our faces would be flushed and probably a plethora of expletives and insults would be yelled. That trumpet would be broken to pieces if we were people. However, everything serves a purpose. That trumpet served its purpose last week. As I am talking my sooty wall is being refurnished and repainted. This whole house has to undergo a remodel. It was because of the fire, a fire which saved a life.
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago in Fiction
THE LOST COLONY ADVENTURES of HIDEAWAY ISLAND
“Wait…no, don’t do that!” Seething, icy layers of dread sunk deeper into the pit of my stomach, plopping right next to my resolution. A lurching, retching motion swayed my insides, turning my head as I felt my stomach spin again—was it, no, it couldn’t be. Yesterday was bad enough, I had woken up in a smelly cesspit of a barge—a ship, a place I had only ever read about and trust me when I say—it wasn’t what dreams were made of—and this morning—same thing. I could taste the unwashed smells of a thousand men before I even opened my eyes.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
"The Missing Millionaire Mystery."
Chapter 3: The Diary Detective Jack Parker and Detective Lisa Chen had been working on the case of the missing millionaire for months, but they still had no solid leads. They had followed every lead and every piece of evidence, but they still couldn't find Harold Finnegan.
By Forever Magnifico3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers from Behind the Walls
The small village where Frank and Alice lived was a peaceful and idyllic place. The villagers lived simple lives, working hard and enjoying the beauty of nature that surrounded them. They were known for their kindness and hospitality, and everyone looked out for each other.
By Karthi7oct3 years ago in Fiction
Seven Lost Days
On Monday his watch stopped. He wasn't sure to start with but during a slow lecture he glanced at it several times and on the third look he realised that the minute hand was stuck at seven. He nudged his neighbour asking in a low voice for the time. The girl had long hair which partly covered her face as she wrote her notes. Use your phone, she whispered without looking up. He felt in his pocket for the mobile he knew wasn't there. He nudged her again. Don't have it. What time is it? She grunted with impatience but showed him her phone. He was right - his watch had stopped.
By Wilkie Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Willow Creek School
There was a small, old school in the countryside that had been around for many decades. The school had a reputation for being haunted, and many of the local children whispered that the ghost of a former teacher still roamed the halls. The students and staff had never seen the ghost, but strange things often happened in the school, such as doors slamming shut on their own, or footsteps echoing through the halls even when no one was there.
By Narrative Eye3 years ago in Fiction
