Mystery

The Ghost in My Reflection
𝘐 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦—𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘚𝘢𝘸 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘈𝘵 𝘔𝘦 It happened on a night when everything felt too heavy to carry.
By Fazal Hadi2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Book Store
Have you ever felt the pull of a long forgotten or hidden place. A library, a crypt or a secret passage. Or perhaps you’ve glimpsed a mysterious figure in an old bookstore?
By Antoni De'Leon2 months ago in Fiction
3I/ATLAS: THE SILENT INVASION?
It began like any other clear night behind a suburban fence: a man alone with a telescope, coffee gone cold, his breath fogging the inside of his jacket. He called himself Avery in online forums — a careful hobbyist who spent weekends mapping the slow, obedient paths of comets. On the night he trained his rig on the coordinates labeled 3I/ATLAS, he expected nothing dramatic. He expected the thin, ghostly tail of a dust-crumb comet and the small, private pleasure of a discovery logged and forgotten.
By Wellova 2 months ago in Fiction
Blueprints for Catastrophe
History is shaped by ideas. For centuries, revolutionary concepts of liberty, justice, and human dignity have propelled civilization forward, inspiring movements that lifted societies to new heights. But ideas can also be weapons. Some, captured in specific texts, have served as ideological blueprints for political movements that unleashed unprecedented destruction. Understanding the core tenets of these dark philosophies is not a mere academic exercise; it is a crucial act of vigilance, necessary for recognizing and resisting their echoes in the modern world.
By The INFORMER2 months ago in Fiction
The Night Postman Who Delivered Forgotten Hearts. AI-Generated.
The city was a mosaic of silence after midnight — windows dim, roads empty, and the sky stitched together with thin, patient stars. Most people slept. Most people dreamed.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
'FRANKENSTEIN' - A LONELY SOUL (REVIEW)
In Guillermo del Toro's "Frankenstein", the monster created by anatomist Victor wants to be loved but is rejected. Guillermo del Toro is a director of the unusual, who always finds beauty in the soul behind the unusual appearance. From Hellboy, The Shape of Water to Pinocchio, the characters, whether demons, mermaids or wooden puppets, all have kind hearts. In Frankenstein, a project that has been cherished for more than two decades, the Mexican director returns to the world of science fiction stories, but this time delves into the tragedy between father and son, between creator and created creature.
By HieuDinh2 months ago in Fiction
The Field Beyond the Fence
The Abernathy Academy Gleaning Club was, for all its good intentions, an exercise in optics. It was the pet project of Isabella Sterling, student council president, and the perfect bullet point for her college applications. "Community engagement," she'd declared. "It shows leadership and empathy."
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Day Three Borders Burned
When Pakistan Faced Two Fronts Nobody expected the morning of 26 November to become the most frightening day in recent memory. Life in northern Pakistan began as usual—children preparing for school, shopkeepers opening their shutters, farmers heading toward fields still wet with dew.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Fiction
“Mystery of the Bermuda Triangle”
The sun climbed steadily over the Atlantic, turning the horizon into a masterpiece of gold and rose-pink. Captain Marcus Hale stood at the bow of his research vessel, The Odyssey, watching the colors ripple across the water. The sea looked peaceful—so peaceful that anyone unfamiliar with its hidden dangers might have mistaken it for an ordinary morning. But Marcus knew exactly where he was headed: the Bermuda Triangle, a stretch of ocean feared for decades, wrapped in stories of vanishing ships, missing aircraft, strange lights, and impossible events that defied explanation. He wasn’t here for folklore. He was here for truth.
By Saif Ullah2 months ago in Fiction
Family Matters
There is very little I knew about my family. It wasn’t that long ago and I knew I had a family, but all I’d ever known was care home after care home, always the same excuse when a couple dropped me back off again.
By Elizabeth Butler2 months ago in Fiction
Day 4: Closed Circuit Walk-a-bout
I was awakened by Cornman Ron at roughly 06:10; a way of telling time takes too long in the afternoon, since he'd bother me if I wasn't perfectly pretending to be sleep. His spying yielded some reportable gains; one of them involved my events slated for me today. Such a breath to reach beyond my nostrils with such putrid air far eye-watering than I could take. I was on track to ignore the whole of him, but mentioning what post I’d be starting, the heads-up felt needed, even if I couldn’t deduce why in my fugue state. I wonder if he knew I couldn't move for the first six minutes he was talking. I could feel the tears; did he see anything off? Somehow, it had become my duty to report to him since the fire and the second and third hanging, something I wasn’t fully knowledgeable of before searching for my pants for your information. It didn’t take much to make the leap that that was his bias’s aim. Journals are—well, let me make clear the Journaling thing.
By Willem Indigo2 months ago in Fiction
Neon-Lit Diary
The city at night was a restless creature—half neon, half heartbeat. It murmured in alleyways, whispered across rooftops, and sighed through the vents of old apartments. Most people hurried past these quiet places, but Luca didn’t. Street-artists rarely did. They listened for what others missed.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Fiction