Mystery
A ghost who died in a building collapse finds peace with the help of a construction worker who can understand her experience
Sometime in the distant past, there was a lovely phantom who tormented the site of a structure breakdown. The phantom was a young lady who had passed on in the misfortune and experienced never tracked down harmony in the hereafter. She meandered the site constantly, her soul tortured by the recollections of her last minutes.
By Subash Sugumar3 years ago in Fiction
A ghost who died in a storm finds solace in a weather forecaster who can understand her story
In a little coastline town, a climate forecaster named Sarah lived, driven by an interest for unraveling the secrets of the skies and the oceans. Consistently, she devoted herself to concentrating on weather conditions and information, consistently in quest for a superior comprehension of the normal powers that encompassed her.
By Subash Sugumar3 years ago in Fiction
A ghost who died in a car crash finds comfort in a mechanic who can understand her experience
In a modest community settled in the open country, there was a repairman named Jack who had gained notoriety for fixing anything with wheels. He was a single man, who had never been enamored, and who lived exclusively for his work.
By Subash Sugumar3 years ago in Fiction
A ghost who died in a mine collapse finds peace with the help of a miner who can understand her experience
Some time ago, there was a little mining town settled in the mountains. The town was based on the rear of the mine, which gave the town's inhabitants an occupation, however it was likewise the wellspring of their trepidation and strange notions. A large number of the excavators who worked in the deceptive passages of the mine had kicked the bucket in mishaps, their bodies never to be recuperated.
By Subash Sugumar3 years ago in Fiction
Don't Look
Mom just won’t listen to me. Why do moms never listen? She says I’m just having bad dreams. She won’t believe me. Its not bad dreams. I know I’m not dreaming, I never fall asleep. I try to. Sometimes I think if I can fall asleep fast enough then I won’t hear the mirror man when he comes. But I do hear him and I can’t fall asleep.
By Haleigh Overseth3 years ago in Fiction
The Bridge Across Time
Andrew Temperson was always early. Now approaching his mid-sixties he knew that time was no longer on his side, but he’d made peace with it. As Principal, for Newbury Middle School, he still led by example and arrived well before everyone else.
By Shane Dobbie3 years ago in Fiction
The Talking Wall
Emilia was a young woman who formerly resided in a little village encircled by undulating hills and deep woodlands. Emilia spent most of her days tending to her family's farm and caring for her animals while living in a modest cottage with her parents and younger sister.
By Daniela Mihalachi3 years ago in Fiction
The Time Traveller
Once upon a time, in a world much like our own, there lived a man named Roger who was a brilliant scientist. He had dedicated his life to studying time travel and finally, after years of hard work and experimentation, he had built a time machine. The machine was a marvel of engineering, and Roger was filled with excitement and a sense of purpose as he began to plan his first journey through time.
By Guru Prasanth3 years ago in Fiction
The Voice of the Past: A Narrative by a Living Wall
If walls could talk, I would have many tales to tell. I am the wall of a grand mansion, a place of luxury and extravagance, a place where countless secrets have been whispered and hidden away. I have seen the heights of humanity, yet also the depths. I have witnessed the joys and heartaches of those who have lived and loved within these walls.
By Radim Badura3 years ago in Fiction
Pearl harbors past
The more I go back in time the more I feel myself fading away. But they tell me what I have is a gift and I’ll live more in my short years than anyone living a long happy life. No one asked if I wanted “normal” when they found me. They just assumed that leaping is the only thing I’m good for. That’s what we call it. Leaping isn’t a gift. More of a curse. We age faster. Especially if we go back too far. We couple die in another time if we aren’t too careful. There’s only a handful of us. There’s about 2 of us working for the government. The others hide from us. Maybe living their lives in an other time. I would know. I work in New York , under the city. The tunnels they don’t tell you about. I don’t know the half of it. I am only allowed in one part of the tunnel system. Zone Z. We are asked to mostly “glare at the past” which means we don’t leap. We just look. I can see what happened 5 minutes ago in my neighbors apartment if I wanted to. But he’s a middle age man who just got a divorce. Probably not the best idea. But not the point, I was just giving you an example. I’m not the smartest of men. I broadcasted my travels on the internet and they found me faster then you can say “hi, who are you and why are you at my door?” They pretty much promised me a luxurious life of riches and no worry. “Just come work for us” they said. “It will be fun” they said. But little did I know they meant give my single mother that too good to be true of a life and all the riches. And who could say no to that. They mostly ask me to spy on phone calls anyway. They’ve never asked me to leap. And they haven’t asked the other guy either. His name is Paul by the way. We haven’t talked much. He brought me cold coffee once. I just don’t think he wanted to throw away the coffee he got for himself, forgot about and didn’t want to leave the room to throw it away. Our room is a single desk with all white walls. We get a piece of paper and are told to speak what we see after we glare back from the commands on the sheet. No one else is in there with us. So pretty much they are spying on us all the time. This morning I find myself feeling like I’m 30 rather than a 21 year old. I started getting back pain in my last glare. They told me to look back to 1941 on December 7th. If you don’t know that Pearl Harbor. The massacre caused by Japan. Now yea it was awhile ago. But they believe it’s more than that. They think it was set up by a higher official on our side. I only know this because of what I have seen so far. But I can’t see as much as they’d like with glaring. So doing little pieces at a time. I think there’s a piece of information they need for this time. I feel like an investigating cheat. I don’t have to do much investigation to see. All I need is a picture of the person or the place and I just feel the time. It’s like someone who has perfect pitch. They just know how to work a piano. I just know how to work time.
By Kira Viveiros3 years ago in Fiction
