Mystery

Sins of the Reaper - 10
My breathing eventually slowing, my awareness of the ground beneath my reclining flesh began to dissipate, and I finally drifted again to sleep.
By John Cox2 years ago in Fiction
BUS NUMBER 375
The mystery of bus number 375, ambiguous doubts about the fateful ghost bus. The story of bus number 375 has caused confusion in China for a long time. What exactly is the cause of that terrible incident?
By Le Duy2 years ago in Fiction
Black Jungle
Black Jungle I thought I had seen the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Young as I may be, I’ve combed the tired beach of my home of a freshly lost battle, washing to shore for coin to eat off of. How appalling it was to watch a coach run in flames, the owner’s whereabouts unknown, locked to two exhausted horses, choosing a cliff to fix their unfortunate circumstances. Take today. I came across the heads of former comrades posted at the entrance to the fork side that I wished I had time to look closer at before trying to lose my pursuers. That I did, if not immediately on the reputation of the path of Noir Libertalia, the three that stayed on my horse’s ass dropped out in screams faster than I can swear I’m going. Trees creaked like they were discovering applause as I tried not to consider that some of those branches were bones. And I must admit that the severed foot that landed in my lap, boot slid away before the foot; the worst thing I’ve ever smelled, of course. No. The worst thing I’ve seen was a minute ago, which was my horse’s ass shitting itself, fading into the fog-laced trees without me. Lost in the coldest part of the night; what a night my thievery has led me into?!
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Fiction
Rocca di Cerere
Sicily | 1943 The three hour bike ride from Caltanissetta passed faster than they expected. The road to Enna was quiet, save for two local farmers transporting wheat, an elderly man on rickety bicycle hauling olives, and Garret’s need to transform a tree into a urinal. Garret found it odd that they failed to encounter any military convoys - allied or enemy - but he chose to rejoice at the small win. Clearly the enemy was on a full retreat, and his fellow brothers and sisters in arms were the cause.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Unraveling the Tale of The Bloodthirsty Mermaid
In the annals of maritime folklore, amidst the stories of enthralling mermaids and benevolent sea creatures, there exists a legend that sends shivers down the spines of even the most professional sailors: the legend of The Bloodthirsty Mermaid. This chilling story originates from the coastal waters of Japan, the place whispers of a malevolent mermaid hang-out the imaginations of these who dare to assignment too shut to her domain.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Fiction
7 SHORT HORROR STORIES WILL BLOW YOUR MIND
1. I was on my way home last night when I felt sick to my stomach, so I had to temporarily use the nearby restroom, it was so disgusting! Surrounding this area are all abandoned houses. I opened the door and went into the Toilet. On the left of the wall, it says "This toilet is haunted", on the right it says "This line will change". It looks creepy, but I gotta go to the toilet first. Phew! How comfortable! Now sit back and look at the wall to see if there's anything strange! Haha, The left side is still "This toilet is haunted" and the right side is still "This text will change"! Change? LOL.
By Le Duy2 years ago in Fiction
Child of Iridescence
The Mystical Sapphire Forest exists in an enchanted, tranquil and scenic landscape of indescribable beauty. It lies tucked away in a long secluded valley and is colorfully bounded by gently sloped concave sides. This idyllic Goidelic 'gleann' is mystic and rich in Irish and Scottish Gaelic charm. Steep hills stand guard over this hidden nell in majestic ethereal beauty and the inhabitants are lovingly shrouded in bright mysterious incandescent, radiant light.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
Reverberations of the Past
Reverberations of the Past A tumbledown cabin lay in the middle of an old forest, sunlight barely making it through the dense canopy. Due to weathering and neglect, the timber frame of the structure sagged dangerously. Few were brave enough to approach since the villagers whispered stories about ghosts roaming its shadows.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of Time: A Journey Through History's Gateway. Content Warning.
1. The Discovery A young child, full of curiosity, climbs up to the attic in search of forgotten treasures. As they rummage through dusty old boxes and piles of forgotten belongings, their eyes land on a mysterious book hidden in a corner. The cover is weathered and faded, revealing intricate designs and strange symbols that pique the child's interest.
By VoidCipher2 years ago in Fiction
Maybe you don't pay attention to these 7 strange phenomena
1. I wonder if everyone has ever experienced something like this? When you look in the mirror for a long time, you will discover yourself looking very strange. At the same time, when you look for a long time at a word that you often use, you will feel like you are illiterate. That's because in real life there are "two you" existing, but only when someone else analyzes it can we recognize the "other part" of you. Don't think it's just a random phenomenon.
By Le Duy2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Digital Age
In the realm where circuits hum, And screens alight, our fingers drum, Where lines of code like poetry flow, In the language of the ones who know.
By Mr Jhon2 years ago in Fiction
Redemption
In the small town on the outskirts of Blackwood, nestled deep within the misty forests of New England, there was a legend among the townsfolk. Many would speak of the witches who dwelled deep in the shadows where no one would go, their hearts blackened by bitterness and their souls twisted by hate. These witches hated children. They had a high sense of smell. Any time a child was near by the witches would smell the foulest smell you could ever imagine.
By Somer Kelly2 years ago in Fiction