Mystery

Berganashio - Chapter 24
Queen Finyellë yelled. “Do not panic!” It was too late. After the avalanche of rocks had enclosed the fairy villagers, the caverns of Mem echoed with wails of their hysteria.
By Rowan Finley 28 days ago in Fiction
The House That Copies You
Far away from the busy city, hidden between silent mountains and thick trees, stood an abandoned mansion no one dared to visit after sunset. The locals never spoke about it openly. When they did, their voices dropped to whispers. They said the house was not empty. It watched. It listened. And most terrifying of all, it remembered people.
By Anas Khan28 days ago in Fiction
DECODING THE MAN FROM A NON-EXISTENT COUNTRY
On a summer day in Oia in 1954, at Haneda International Airport in Tokyo, Japan, passengers streamed through passport control. Everything seemed normal until a middle-aged, well-dressed man approached the immigration counter. Customs officers examined his thick passport, and suddenly, an eerie silence fell. The passport appeared valid, containing visa stamps from numerous countries, but there was one inconsistency. It was issued by a country called Taured, a nation that didn't exist on Earth.
By HieuDinh28 days ago in Fiction
Milk and cookies . Content Warning.
The thing about Christmas Eve is that it always smells the same. No matter where you are—apartment, house, shelter, hospital—the air carries that faint mixture of pine, sugar, and old heat. Even places that haven’t seen a tree in years seem to remember the scent. Like muscle memory. Like guilt.
By E. hasan28 days ago in Fiction
Hiding Secrets
Step One: Name It Do not call it what it is. Names have power. Names have edges. Call it something else. Say it softly until you believe it.
By Emilie Turner28 days ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 23
Larkin was restless. He tossed and turned in his bed. Cotton and Bry had both fallen asleep very quickly. Bry had grown very accustomed to snuggling up close to Cotton’s woolly albino fur. Indeed, it felt as an extravagant blanket. Cotton felt calmer than he’d ever felt in the last several days in the presence of the merfarie children.
By Rowan Finley 28 days ago in Fiction
Through the Wreckage: Voices of Train Survivors:. AI-Generated.
It was supposed to be a routine journey. Passengers boarded the train with everyday hopes—students carrying books, workers clutching lunchboxes, families sharing quiet conversations. The rhythmic sound of wheels against the tracks promised safety, familiarity, and progress. Yet within moments, that rhythm shattered into chaos.
By The Writer...A_Awan29 days ago in Fiction
The Man Who Vanished at the Bus Stop:. AI-Generated.
It was just another midnight at the bus stop. The air was heavy with the scent of rain, the streetlight above flickered as if struggling to stay alive, and the crowd around me seemed as ordinary as ever. Students with backpacks, office workers scrolling through their phones, and a few faces staring blankly into the distance. Nothing in that moment suggested it would turn into a story I would never forget.
By The Writer...A_Awan29 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Patient: A Voice Buried in Shadows... AI-Generated.
The first time I saw her, she was sitting in the corner of the psychiatric ward, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her eyes fixed on something invisible beyond the barred window. Alicia Berenson had not spoken a single word since the night she shot her husband.
By The Writer...A_Awan29 days ago in Fiction
Update: The Concession Stand Calls
UPDATE: The phone rang today… but this time, it wasn’t just the boy on the line. So, I wasn’t planning on updating because, honestly, I thought people would call BS, but a bunch of you asked for more details. And then something happened today that I can’t keep to myself.
By V-Ink Stories29 days ago in Fiction
[Theater Reddit] Update: The Never-Ending Reel
Hey, everyone. I wasn’t planning to post again, but I guess this is the kind of story that doesn’t let you walk away. A few of you asked what was on Reel 8.
By V-Ink Stories29 days ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 22
Jovie had been flying above the three totters. Her eyes scanned the layers of rocks. The four of them had woken up early. They were in search of fresh water.
By Rowan Finley 29 days ago in Fiction