Mystery

"The Haunted Apartment: A Ghost Story"
It was a dark and stormy night, and I was home alone in my apartment. The wind was howling outside, and the rain was pounding against the windows. I had been trying to get some work done, but I was having a hard time focusing because of the noise.
By Preethi3 years ago in Fiction
The Star-Crossed Lovers: A Story of Endless Love and Endless Loss
As a scientist, Mark had always been fascinated by the mysteries of the universe. He spent his days exploring the far reaches of space, searching for answers to the great questions that had long puzzled humanity.
By AFFIRMATIONS3 years ago in Fiction
The Time Traveler's Quest: Using the Past and Present to Shape a Better Future
As a historian, John had always been fascinated by the concept of time travel. He loved to imagine what it would be like to go back in time and witness the events of the past firsthand.
By AFFIRMATIONS3 years ago in Fiction
After three years of careful planning, I married the man who had led the way in defiling me at the wedding
Just out of college, Alice had barely begun to feel sad when she suddenly announced, "Sisters, I'm going to get married, and you are all my family, so you are going to be bridesmaids for your sisters."
By min3 years ago in Fiction
"The Ghost of the Abandoned Mansion"
It was a dark and stormy night, the kind of night where you just want to curl up with a good book and a cup of tea. But Sarah was not the kind of person who could sit still on a night like this. She was a budding journalist, always on the lookout for a good story.
By Preethi3 years ago in Fiction
The wife in the short video looks like this? Actually hiding the truth, the real husband will not pursue!
I watched the video and Susan's mind went blank. I confirmed again and again three times, it is my wife of less than a year.
By min3 years ago in Fiction
There is no pie in the sky! The boy did not withstand the temptation of the beautiful landlord, after a crazy night turned into a murderer
"Handsome, your rent is due." A voice message from the landlord. I eat steamed bread, looking at the mobile phone, embarrassed: "sister, can not over two days, I haven't paid wages."
By min3 years ago in Fiction
The World Outside
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. As far as she could tell, he was her only way out of the only life she'd ever known.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
The House
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in the room. She was astonished. The last time she had seen a window was 3 years, 3 months and 3 days ago. She never forgot that day, she was pulled from her house among 7 other strangers, shoved in a van and delivered in a house, the house had been locked, no signs of other humans or anything, her and the 7 other strangers were confused, they didn't know what questions to ask and what answers they needed to find. The political climate, bio-war or their enemies were theories they all had as possibilities to the circumstance they had ended up in . But nothing was clear.
By Naiveworks3 years ago in Fiction
Here Lies the Painted World
Verse I The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. “Is any of this even real… Or not?”
By Leon Warczak 3 years ago in Fiction
The World Beyond the Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Since the first time she noticed that fact when walking by one day, she had been unable to focus her mind on much else for any period of time. She instinctively knew she needed to be united with the world that lay beyond the window.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
Behind The Last Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Sarah ran her hand along the bottom of the window frame, finding the tiny bump that shouldn’t be there. She pressed it as hard as she could. The view of the eternally sunny countryside briefly flickered, and in that second, an entirely different landscape flashed into view— a dark, moldy, decaying hallway filled with dust, debris, bones, and unreadable placards and signs. Then back to the sunny countryside, with the same bluebird constantly circling, singing the same familiar song. She ran her hand along the frame again. And again.
By Alaina P3 years ago in Fiction