Mystery

The Last Notification:. AI-Generated.
It become eleven:47 p.m. while Ayesha’s cellphone buzzed on her desk. She had silenced all apps hours in the past, decided to finish her essay earlier than middle of the night. yet, the screen lit up with a notification from an app she didn’t don't forget putting in. Its icon was a faint grey circle, nearly invisible against the dark heritage.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
The Vaulted Silence
For seventeen years, I stayed away from the room at the top of our family home in Nashville. Then a death, a key, and a fragile recording finally made me enter the memory my family tried hardest to forget.
By Lori A. A.2 months ago in Fiction
The Room That Waited
In a quaint little town, in the misty, rolling hills of Ireland, stood a vast castle-like home. It looked like a mashup of medieval and Victorian-era architecture. The greystone was covered in creeping vines, and the archways and windows were adorned with Victorian-era carvings.
By Carolyn Patton2 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Heard the Shadows
In a quiet valley far from busy cities, there stood a kingdom famous for its beauty but troubled by a strange mystery. Every night, the villagers claimed they heard whispers near the mountains. Some said it was wind. Others said it was the voice of spirits. No one really knew. The king often tried to investigate, but his advisors dismissed everything as superstition.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
The King and the Madman
In ancient times, a kind-hearted king ruled over a small kingdom. He meant well, but he wasn’t very wise. This made him restless, because he was always searching for intelligent and capable people who could help his kingdom grow and protect it from enemies. His current advisors only gave long speeches, took their salaries, and offered nothing useful. Their empty suggestions frustrated him.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
The Cave. Content Warning.
The smell of the ocean air met violently with the putrid metallic odor of blood and viscera, the waves crashing around him as he stared blankly at the horizon while the Spanish galleon he arrived on grew increasingly smaller. He launched his pockmarked breastplate to the ground in disgust as his skin morphed from a sunburned olive to a pale alabaster.
By Marco Moteku2 months ago in Fiction
The Algorithm That Predicted My Death
he Algorithm That Predicted My Death When data knows your future… before you dare to imagine it. When the government released Lifeline, an AI-powered health prediction system, everyone called it the greatest innovation of the century. Hospitals celebrated fewer sudden deaths, insurance companies celebrated lower risks, and people celebrated the illusion of control over their fate.
By Abdul Hadi2 months ago in Fiction
The Library That Reads You
It was 11:59 PM when I first saw it. At the corner of my street, where the fog gathered in thick clouds and the streetlamp flickered like it was dying, a building stood that had never been there before. Its windows were black mirrors, reflecting the fog in shapes that looked almost human. The sign above the door read simply: “Library” — but the letters shimmered, like liquid silver.
By Saif Ullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Room
The house always sighed at night, settling into the soil like an old woman easing herself into a rocking chair. Mara had learned to ignore most of its noises, but not the soft, rhythmic tap she heard now.
By Hamzah2 months ago in Fiction
“The Day I Woke Up in a Room That Didn’t Exist”
I woke up to the sound of dripping water. Not the soft, familiar kind that leaks from old faucets. No — this sound echoed, sharp and metallic, as if the droplets were striking steel plates inside a hollow chamber.
By Saif Ullah2 months ago in Fiction
Glow
Back in the ’20s and early ’30s, the old building on 79th Street was known as Club-79. Many of the greats played there—Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong, and Fletcher Henderson, just to name a few. The audience often included notable people like Coco Chanel, Charlie Chaplin, Al Capone, and even Albert Einstein. If you were alive then, this was the place to be.
By David E. Perry2 months ago in Fiction
The Truth Behind the Evil Eye: Belief, Culture, Faith and Psychology
The idea of the Evil Eye, or Nazar, is deeply rooted in many cultures across the world. For centuries, people have believed that someone's gaze, filled with envy or admiration, can cause sudden harm or misfortune. But is Nazar truly a supernatural force, or is it something shaped by psychology and belief? This article explores the origin of the idea, how religions view it, and what modern psychology says about it.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction