Mystery
Priestess Patina Pochoir and Her Missing Guardian Raptor
Priestess Patina Pochoir was incredibly worried, and she never worried. Her beloved guardian raptor, Mau’e’leilei, had gone missing. She had been out on a routine flight when something must have gone wrong, because she didn’t return at the usual time. In fact, she didn’t return at all that day. So Priestess Patina searched everywhere in her dimension and all the others in her parish, but there was still no sign of her beloved companion.
By Priestess Ganesa3 years ago in Fiction
The Detective's Triumph
It was a dark and stormy night, and Detective Sarah Johnson was on the case of a missing person. The person in question was a young woman named Elizabeth, who had vanished without a trace from her home in the suburbs. Sarah was determined to find her, but as she delved deeper into the case, she began to realize that nothing was as it seemed.
By Harshit Verma3 years ago in Fiction
"The Strange Disappearance of the Island Treasure"
It was a sunny day in the small coastal town of Mystic Cove, and five kids were eagerly exploring the nearby beaches and forests in search of adventure. The kids, known as the "Mystic Five," were composed of Jack, the daring and confident leader, Emily, the intelligent and curious detective, Alex, the athletic and adventurous thrill-seeker, Sophia, the creative and imaginative storyteller, and Max, the kind-hearted and loyal friend.
By Kishore kumar3 years ago in Fiction
The Enigma of the Island of Gold: An Exploration of a Timeless Legend
For centuries, people have been captivated by the idea of an island filled with unlimited wealth, shrouded in mystery and hidden from the world. This legendary island, known as the "Island of Gold," has become a symbol of adventure, wealth, and the thrill of discovery. But what do we really know about this mythical land and why does it hold such a special place in our imagination?
By Paul Andrew3 years ago in Fiction
The Diary of the Broken Kid Who Grew into Insanity
The Beginning: My life for the first few years was normal, loving family, child innocence, stress free as any childhood starts. Soon that changed the day my mother left our loving home over a small dispute my father had with her, he had a crucifix which was special to him. Yet my mother took it upon herself to screw him over by ripping it apart just because of her ego and childish decisions even though she had her children to be responsible of, yet she chose to do things for her own benefit. She would always talk about my father in horrible ways, but they seem to forget when they were broke and homeless my dad provided for them just like any man would.
By Angel Varo3 years ago in Fiction
Comfort Zone
A deep, weighted blanket of warmth and peace engulfs her mind and body. Creeps into the deep crevices of her soul. Mind is such a bliss, as is the body, with the warmth of an un-mindfulness. It craves the state to not last ever. The moments suspend in time and the being becomes a singular entity in one's existence. As if it is an everlasting promiscuous (indiscriminate) universe. The ultimate abode of comfort; the singularity of mind and body with peace and warmth.
By Samara Simson3 years ago in Fiction







