Mystery
When Everything Beeps. Content Warning.
When he walked through the door, there was a beep. It didn't bother him; maybe it was a security thing. He came in and put the television on, but before it came on, it beeped. Each time he changed a channel, it beeped. This was beginning to grate a little.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred - EBA2 months ago in Fiction
IVY
CHAPTER 1 : An Unwelcome Presence It didn’t make sense. Why did this person feel so familiar? Why did he carry this sense of unwanted disturbance? His smile looked harmless, but I knew better. Smiles could be deceiving. I needed to make him go away—or it would be another calamity. I couldn’t afford that again.
By Asha verne2 months ago in Fiction
The Promise she let, GO!
Liyana once felt a quiet affection for a boy named Rayyan, someone she only knew through late-night chats and glowing phone screens. As time passed, her feelings dimmed, but the promises she had made to him stayed heavy like a knot she couldn’t untangle. She tried to walk away many times, yet guilt kept her tied to him longer than she should have stayed. Her parents sensed something was wrong and stepped in to protect her heart. They brought four marriage proposals, each one declined because Liyana believed breaking her promise to Rayyan was a betrayal.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima2 months ago in Fiction
A Message That Appeared on My Phone From the Future
It was a normal Thursday night—or at least, I thought it was. I was scrolling through my phone, half-watching a poorly made horror movie on YouTube, when something strange happened. My screen flickered for a split second, and a notification appeared.
By Muhammad Reyaz2 months ago in Fiction
IVY
Prologue Ivy has spent years rebuilding a life that once burned to ashes—her past hidden, her peace fragile. Just when she begins to believe she’s finally safe, a stranger with ocean‑blue eyes appears at her door, stirring a fear she thought she’d buried forever.
By Asha verne2 months ago in Fiction
Day 5: Bluemoon Lit Caper
I knew this would happen. Normally, the poison named My Inclusion takes longer to show warning signs. If I can remain on par the course through their retelling of my symptoms from a night of "sleep," the next level of obstacles won’t hit so hard so fast. The roar is brewing beneath the volcano’s lid; the medication will have faded by now, whatever has been waiting to flood my vision is on its way. Testing each other...sure, okay. Maybe I should've force-filled stolen medical records they weirdly had with a prophecy with killer stats, but as doctors suggested, pretending it’s not there is worse as a stressor than communing in the meantime. Guess there's no need to relish. Fighting to ignore childhood bias, home training might be easier with these lunatics at the helm. Don’t get me wrong. No semi-competent crew could hold down one bitchen fort like this. These aren’t dizzy dames and loose cannons playing religion. They’re tough customers. (Explanation for the period in the addition.) Yet, what they expect to happen—what Cornman Ron is spooked about seeing for whatever reason, is loony with a capital LUNE.
By Willem Indigo2 months ago in Fiction
The House Gibson Stayed In. Content Warning.
Nathan was exhausted and the last goal felt impossible. He dashed down the field as two opponents surrounded. The firm ground grew muddy, the air filled with moisture, and sweat pooled on his back. The dark clouds clamped down on the sunlight — reminding him of a church pamphlet.
By zak karriem2 months ago in Fiction
The Ash of Second Chances
The bell above the door didn’t chime; it gasped, a breathless sound of old brass waking from a century-long nap. Elias stepped out of the relentless, greyscale rain and into the shop. The air inside was dry and smelled of ozone, beeswax, and things that had been forgotten in attics.
By Diane Foster2 months ago in Fiction
The Classroom That Rearranges Itself:. AI-Generated.
It commenced on an everyday Monday morning. students entered Room 12, watching for the usual neat rows of desks and chairs. as an alternative, the furniture changed into scattered throughout the ground, forming a bizarre spiral sample. The trainer frowned, assuming the janitor had performed a prank. however while puzzled, the team of workers insisted no one had touched the room.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow in the Corridor:. AI-Generated.
It changed into almost 9:00 p.m. while Ayesha stayed in the back of at faculty to complete her undertaking. The corridors were unusually quiet, the form of silence that pressed towards her ears. As she walked in the direction of the exit, the fluorescent light above flickered, humming faintly. She paused, her footsteps echoing too loudly within the vacancy.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
