Mystery

Lady of the Flies. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
Kathy had been cleaning out the space under the sink and had found all sorts of nasty chemicals in aerosols and spray packs. Did these sort of things have a use-by date?
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of eternity
In the quiet town of Everest, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, there existed a phenomenon known as "Echoes of Eternity". Every year, on the eve of the winter solstice, whispers of forgotten times and distant memories permeated the air.
By Jessica Gordon 2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor, Doctor | Pt. 2
Sicily | 1943 Dr. Heiko inspected the basket of medical equipment Nadine had brought him. He removed one of the boxes of bandages, tore open the corner, then dumped a handful of them out onto the table beside his scalpels. He reached back down, and pulled out the two bottles of wine.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Gray Church. Content Warning.
The Gray Church Part 1 “I’m sorry, Ms. Livia, but we’ve been over this. Everything you are saying makes absolutely no sense. I don’t have a son named Mark Daniels, and since I don’t have a son named Mark, I don’t know his friends Junie nor Logan.”
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
Meltwater
Leaning against the patrol car, I drew deep from the Sonoma, watching CSIs fuss around the hastily-erected tent. They had tried, in vain, to get it up before the now heavy rain had washed away much of the forensics.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Cliffhanger
For Rachel There is that moment where incredulity and reason just can’t hug. Waning light and snow at my nether, warmth and fire and intruder at my fore.
By Mark R. Cieslak2 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Demon. Content Warning.
He had been sat in the tree watching the two girls as they had headed outside into the snow. Snow was such a great enticer for fun, with its sometime companions, mischief and mayhem.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Discipline
Sicily | 1943 Rosalie quietly led Corrado through a camouflaged passageway built into the rear wall of the terrace, down to the convent’s subterranean crypt. It was a sacred location the American and British soldiers were still ignorant of. Plus, due to the ongoing renovations, and restorations, it currently housed hundreds of old, and new church instruments used for the masses held upstairs in the church of The Madonna Della Rocca. It had become more of a glorified storage room at this point in time, and less of sanctified crypt.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Shimmers Between Worlds. Top Story - February 2024.
The ice crystals swirl in the freezing air, snow forming before his face. As the wind picks up, the snow shards move faster and faster in a flurry around his head, making him lose track of his surroundings. Not knowing which way is up and which is right, he shuts his eyes. When he opens them, he can see the image forming, clear as it can be through the blizzard happening before this wall of ice - he sees himself from the back, trading goods at an outdoor market - in another world, another life. He sees where he is somewhere else. Another gust of wind and a new flurry of snow, reveals the image of him cozy in a cabin, before a warming fireplace, holding his newborn daughter, his wife sitting beside them - a family he doesn't have here.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Fiction
The Guardian's Challenge: A Tale of Mist wood Manor
In the heart of Mist wood Forest stood Mist wood Manor, an ancient mansion shrouded in mystery and legend. For centuries, tales of hidden treasures and cursed artifacts had surrounded the old estate, but none dared to venture inside—until now.
By S.K.V2 years ago in Fiction
Murmurs of the Frost
In a charming, overlooked hamlet cradled by the looming, frosty peaks of great mountains, a secret dwelt, known solely to the venerable spirits. It was believed that each snowflake falling from the sky bore its own narrative—a soft-spoken echo from days gone by, sharing enigmatic tales that frolicked in the brisk, sharp breeze. In this village lived Elara, a young girl with a curiosity for the snow that outshone anyone else's. Where others escaped the nipping frost, she roamed the snow-blanketed pathways with eyes sparkling with enchantment, as though she could hear the snow's whispered secrets. One chilly winter's night, with the village under a white shroud, Elara wandered farther than she had ever gone. Led by an indiscernible guide, she found herself before an ancient oak, its limbs laden with a heavy dusting of snow. And there, she was greeted by the first hushed tones—a gentle, singing voice emanating from the core of the tree. "Child brimming with awe, seeker of the veiled," the voice gently intoned, "the snow is laden with recollections of lives that have crossed these realms.
By Daniza 2 years ago in Fiction
The Enigmatic Twilight Palace
In the heart of the city, amidst the hustle and bustle of modern life, there stood a forgotten relic of the past – The Twilight Palace. Once a majestic theater, it now stood abandoned, its faded grandeur a stark contrast to the gleaming skyscrapers that surrounded it.
By Daniza 2 years ago in Fiction