Mystery

The Beginning Of The End | Pt. 3
Sicily | 1943 9:00A.M Like an apparition, Nadine slithered in silence through the dense crowds of Sicilian Citizens - her shoulders never coming into contact with anyone else's. The fingers of her right hand remained on the silver cross around her neck, fondling its smooth holy-coating. But the fingers on her left hand were intimately woven around the hilt of her dagger.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Haunted Manor
In the heart of the mist-shrouded countryside stood an ancient manor, its crumbling facade a testament to centuries of secrets and shadows. Known as Ravenwood Manor, the imposing structure loomed over the surrounding landscape like a silent sentinel, its darkened windows staring out into the night with a sense of foreboding.
By Relang2 years ago in Fiction
Spooky and Macabre
Some of the following stories fall into the 'tales of the unexpected' variety, while others are just mysterious, macabre or just plain spooky. I hope you will find something that sends shivers down your spine, while others you may just find funny and entertaining. Enjoy!
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Astoria: The Lost Kingdom
In the mystical realm of Astoria, where magic thrives and wonders abound, there existed a hidden kingdom known as Lumina. Lumina was a place of great beauty and power, ruled by the benevolent King Alaric and Queen Seraphina. The kingdom was blessed with prosperity and harmony, its people living in peace alongside creatures of myth and legend.
By Relang2 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Pi: A Journey Beyond Numbers
In the hushed reverence of the ancient library, where knowledge whispered on every dusty shelf and forgotten scrolls held secrets untold, lived a peculiar book. Unlike its leather-bound brethren, adorned with titles in spidery script, this one bore a single, enigmatic symbol: π. It was a solitary guardian of a story waiting to be unearthed, a tale woven not of words, but of numbers and the endless dance of a single, fascinating number - Pi.
By Sami2 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Julia
The story of "Julia": a symbol of strength and determination place : small village time : Early twentieth century personalities :
By Monnade Mixoum2 years ago in Fiction
The Whiskered pact : A Tale of Friendship Between Claw and Paw
In a world where instincts clash, Mittens the cat and Pip the mouse forge an unlikely bond. In the quaint village of Hollow Creek, nestled amidst rolling hills and babbling brooks, resided a timeless conflict. On one side, strutted Mittens, a sleek tuxedo cat with an air of superiority and a relentless pursuit of feathered prey. On the other side scurried Pip, a nimble field mouse with a heart that thumped a frantic rhythm against the constant threat of feline fangs. Their lives unfolded in a delicate dance of predator and prey, a story woven into the fabric of Hollow Creek.
By Monnade Mixoum2 years ago in Fiction
The Red Spark of Rebellion: An Artist and an Engineer Ignite a Revolution on Mars
The year is 2247. Mars, once a barren rock, now hummed with the pulse of human life. Cities stretched across the rusty red landscape, each a testament to humanity's ingenuity and defiance against the harsh environment. But within the metal and glass structures, a different struggle unfolded - the fight for freedom of expression.
By A Peaceful Mind2 years ago in Fiction
Sins of the Reaper - 4
My curse is that I remember everything … everything save for the blessed silence of a tranquil mind. If only I could choose to forget, to excise thousands of unwelcome memories like tape loops playing endlessly in my mind, I might remember once upon a time when I was still good.
By John Cox2 years ago in Fiction
I Was Trapped Underwater For 3 Days !...
The incredible adventure of one man serves as a monument to the human spirit's tenacity in the vastness of the ocean, where the depths hold secrets and perils beyond comprehension. On May 26, 2013, Harrison Odjegba Okene's life was irrevocably altered as he answered the call of nature by getting up early. He had no idea that this seemingly insignificant deed would turn into the crucial part of his amazing survival tale.
By Abdur Rahman 2 years ago in Fiction
The Night a Medium Met a Ghost
I rubbed my forehead hoping these visions would all go away. They've intruded my mind's eye for as long as I could ever remember. For as long as my first childhood memory.
By Jasmine Aguilar2 years ago in Fiction
Sins of the Reaper - 3
Unless Dante warned him beforehand, Marlowe will assume that since I'm blind, I am no danger to him. But I am not nearly as helpless as I appear. After decades developing my own form of second sight, the olfactory and auditory centers of my brain have achieved what my damaged visual cortex no longer can.
By John Cox2 years ago in Fiction