Mystery
Reflection of the Ancients
The Whispering Woods lay like a world not too dissimilar to our own yet veiled in the mists of magic and mystery. It is a wise forest, ancient beyond time. Trees spoke with sighs and whispered secrets to those who dared to listen.
By Charlene Ann Mildred Barroga2 years ago in Fiction
The Terrifying Tremulous Trees
I’m Gunther Twigly, and I’m a two thousand year old California Redwood tree. My patch of forest was special, different from other forests. There was a meteor crash here thousands of years before even I existed. The meteors minerals were unlike anything from Earth. My seedling landed near the meteor crash site, and when I started growing, my roots and the roots from the other surrounding trees absorbed the minerals which allowed us to become sentient. There’s a total of three acres of land where myself and the other sentient trees grow. Every hundred years or so, a new meteor crashes in the same spot, providing us with fresh minerals for our seedlings. We wait until then to plant our seeds and now there are thousands of sentient trees wandering through California, exploring while trying to remain hidden. If ever you think you see a tree moving or you hear a couple of trees whispering to each other in the middle of the night, it might be one of us. Most of us are harmless explorers, though, so unless you run into the one we call Mr. Murder Tree who swore an oath of vengeance on all humans for their continued atrocities against trees, there’s no need to worry. And if you do run into Mr. Murder Tree, you won’t know until it’s to late. So again, no need to worry.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
The Trail of the Snail. Content Warning.
I dedicate this story to Charlie. *** Just at the moment that you're born, so is a snail. And so begins a relentless pursuit, a race between molluscs and mammal. Snails may look like they are aimless meanderers but this is not the case. In truth, they are the harbingers of death, and their trails, whilst seemingly random, all lead to one person: the person to whom they have been linked from the day of their arrival on Earth.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Night Noise. Content Warning.
They were told to never go into the woods when the sun went down, there was never a reason given and when someone tells you not to do something without giving you a reason, then you more often than not do it, or at least try to do it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Eternity
In the bustling metropolis of New York City, where the neon lights danced with the rhythm of life, stood a towering skyscraper known as the Nexus Corporation headquarters. Within its sleek glass walls, Dr. Jonathan Hayes toiled tirelessly in the pursuit of scientific advancement, his mind consumed by the mysteries of time and memory.
By Mardiya mustapha2 years ago in Fiction
The Librarian and the Lost City: A Whisper in the Stacks
Amidst the towering shelves and hushed whispers of the Old City Library, lived Amelia, a woman as unassuming as the worn leather spines that surrounded her. Unlike her colleagues, driven by lofty ambitions in the world of academia, Amelia found solace in the comforting silence and the stories whispered within the library walls. She was the keeper of forgotten knowledge, the guardian of whispers from the past.
By Adir singh2 years ago in Fiction
