Mystery

The Price of Power
In the heart of New York City, where the skyline touches the heavens and fortunes rise and fall with the blink of an eye, money wasn't just a means of exchange—it was power, it was desire, it was the driving force behind every action. In this concrete jungle, where dreams were sold for a price, a chilling thriller unfolded, where the lines between right and wrong blurred, and the pursuit of wealth turned deadly.
By Yashu2 years ago in Fiction
A Laughing Matter
Sicily | 1943 Standing on the parapet of the Lombardia Castle, Nadine and her newly cropped hair watched as the holy, historical landmark - Rocca di Cerere - crumbled into pieces down the side of a luscious emerald knoll.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Imagine a scenario in which the Sun Detonated Tomorrow
Imagine a scenario in which the Sun Detonated Tomorrow. The Sun, our planetary group's focal star, is a fundamental wellspring of intensity, energy, and life. In any case, consider the possibility that it was to detonate unexpectedly. How about we investigate this situation and its expected outcomes?
By energy consultant2 years ago in Fiction
The Oldest Oak. Top Story - March 2024.
"I don't like these woods," Dafydd muttered. They had a presence that unnerved him. It wasn't the darkness; it wasn't the smell of them nor was it the unidentifiable shufflings, rustlings and creakings. It was something more and his instinct was twitching spasmodically in response and transmitting its vibrations to his gut. The air felt thicker and more hesitant to part and whilst his movement was unhindered, he felt enclosed on all sides.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Mindless; Chapter 15
When I wake up, I'm lying on Eren. One of his arms is wrapped around me. I scan my surroundings with my eyes without moving. The rising sun paints the sky in pale reds and oranges. It's peaceful and quiet. I let my eyes slip shut once more, wanting to fully enjoy the quiet.
By Katarzyna Crevan2 years ago in Fiction
Lucy's Crazy Day Off
Lucy reviewed her to-do list in her head. Inside the house, she had to do the dishes, do the laundry, make her bed, etc. Outside the house, she needed to get groceries and drop off a package. Her at-home chores took little time to accomplish. Lucy lived alone and was a pretty clean person. Checking that she had everything she needed, including her shopping list, she picked up the package and exited the car. Lucy entered, placed the package and purse into the passenger seat, and started the engine. Three dings, and she looked down at the dash, sighing. The sensors in the tires said her rear left tire was low.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dragon's Egg
In a world where the shadows of war had cast a long and darkened pall over the land, a glimmer of hope lay hidden amidst the chaos—a hope embodied in the form of the last dragon's egg.
By M.Kamran Shaukat2 years ago in Fiction
Second Chance
It was 2 AM. Amit got up from his bed. His throat was dry. Took a sip of water and went back trying to sleep which he was trying from 3 hours but no luck. This is his state from the past 6 months. Dark Circles, fatigued, no social life and fear. The fear that’s stuck with him from the last time he drove his car 6 months back on that fateful night.
By Diganth2 years ago in Fiction
The Weaver of Truths
A towing whispering and tricky construct town Elyria was. Lures of this kind of melodramatic fraud, as damaging as magic, were spreading everywhere around. Entrepreneurs piled up stuff that had nothing to do with realities, orators constructed speeches which were lying, and even a warm welcome was delivered with a somebody's secret assignment. And in this world truth is a thing which has been forgotten. It is like a ghost which was forgotten long ago and now left only as a refrain of a forgotten poem in the corners of libraries.
By Ishraq Ahmed Hashmi2 years ago in Fiction
The Night Everything Vanished
Sofia was a busy university student who never had time to tidy her wardrobe. Instead of neatly hanging her clothes, she'd often toss them around. Even though she had a lot of clothes, she always ended up wearing the same few outfits. She didn't realize her clothes were unhappy with her careless behaviour.
By Ameer Bibi2 years ago in Fiction
The Conspiracy Brains Here's How Theorists Differ From One Another
You don't have to search far in our hyperconnected society to find someone promoting conspiracy theories, from the classic Flat Earth movement to QAnon "truthers" and anti-vaccine fanatics. Friends and relatives are frequently shocked when someone slips into the dark world of conspiracies. After all, how can a once sensible person become convinced that dinosaurs don't exist? Psychology, though, may have a solution.
By Francis Dami2 years ago in Fiction
Trees Don't Lie. Content Warning.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The old woman and her son had dreamed almost the same dream. Their dreams had disturbed them greatly, so they shared their individual encounters, their night visions, with care and trepidation to one another. Neither one really wanted to sound the thoughts that their brains were somehow trying to bury. Those thoughts demanded to be heard and seen, just the same though. There had to be some relief from the horror of what they had witnessed in that state of sleep consciousness. Maybe by exposing them they could take the heaviness off their shoulders?
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Fiction