Mystery
The Unseen
Julia's train sliced through the blizzard, a lifeline threading through the heart of a frozen wasteland. She was alone in her compartment, the rhythmic clatter of wheels on tracks a soothing, if monotonous, companion. Outside, the world was a blur of white, the storm obliterating any distinction between land and sky.
By M Dannenfelser2 years ago in Fiction
My Dear Father
I’m Dr. Philip, and my life has recently taken an unexpected and depressing turn. I got a call from the hospital that my father had been in a fatal car crash. They’d ask me to identify the body, but everything in the car was turned to cinders and ashes.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Tag!. Content Warning.
I sat with my backed turned against the endless pain of the cold steel that was holding me up while I caught hold of my breath. I had been running for some time and ducked inside of the building where I would hide until the creature searched for me no longer. I had hoped that would be the case. The scratching sounds of the creature claws burrowed like daggers inside my ears, whilst its sweet voice called out to me, calling me by name, “Virgil”, its voice was melodic, soothing, luring, it beckoned to me from deep within to a place inside of me that I had not known. It wanted me, but for what I was not certain. It cried out to me. It knew my weaknesses and how to lure me, as if it had been an expert at the game, it knew how I would react, but this is where the creature was blind, it knew, I decided I would do something that it would not anticipate or had been known before. But what?
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
Ravenswood Origins - ICE. Content Warning.
I decided to write this letter one day not too along ago, as more of a why things are the way they are, in doing so, I hope it will help someone, whomever finds this place and myself. Let me begin near the end; it was upon the eve of my youth, when a man steps out into the world to become a man finally, shedding the shackles of boyhood and strings that bind one to their mother or siblings, and in my case, both. I was the eldest of seven, my youngest sister, Edith, passed away one winter due to a mistake that I had made. My father had gone out on a hunt with the other men of our small village and had not been back in some time, in fact, none of them were. I, being the eldest of the family, was at first tasked to seek out the hunting party and being back what stock and ration I could find. If I had known that she was following me, I would have paid better attention. This is, as they say, how life unexpectedly takes a toll or turn on you.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
Ravenswood Origins - Letter. Content Warning.
Ravenswood has always been a place for those who find themselves lost and in need of something, whether it be guidance, or love, or war, irrational, rational, or a place to stay when the nightly air sends that chilling hand down along ones back or the way it may kiss your cheeks, a refusal of whatever belief it was that compelled you to leave and seek those like-minded, or just about any reason. However, not every who, what, where, when, why, or how, will bring one to Ravenswood, it calls out to those IT find as worthy or that IT needs or wants. Ravenswood, as I have come to discover, is very much ALIVE and IT too has similar wants and needs as we humans do, though, not all of us here are human, in one sense or another.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor, Doctor | Pt. 1
Sicily | 1943 She poured gunpowder over the wound in his lower back, then took a lit match to the surface. The powder ignited, snapped, hissed, and crackled, then sealed the wound shut with a swift, blue flame. Methamphetamine was surging through his veins, so he felt nothing. His head was cocked to the right, hard, making his neck appear broken, and sticky drool was seeping from the deep, chapped corners of his lips.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Tree
Sicily | 1943 Her molars ached from the decadent layers of chocolate, hazelnut, and caramel. Unraveling her third napkin, she used the soft, white cloth to wipe away the excess sugar from her lips. Washing down the croissant with a cappuccino, and a tall glass of ice water, she paid for two more croissants and two cappuccinos to go, then exited the American occupied cafe.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
THE MYSTERY OF THE DEEPEST LAKE IN THE WORLD
In the heart of Asia, there's a magnificent lake. It holds 1/5 of the world's freshwater, more than the combined Great Lakes. Imagine if all the rivers changed direction to drain this lake, it would take them a whole year! This is Lake Baikal, the deepest lake in the world. Prepare for a thrilling journey of 5,400 ft if you dare to reach its deepest point. The descent takes hours, but the rift floor is even deeper, about 5 to 7 miles below the surface. It might be even deeper than the Challenger Deep, the deepest place on Earth. The water in Baikal could quench the thirst of everyone on Earth for 50 years. This mighty giant replenishes its water every 383 years. Over 300 rivers and streams deliver their waters to Baikal, and only one river flows out, the angara, headed for the Arctic Ocean. Baikal isn't just the deepest; it's also the oldest freshwater lake in existence. Get ready for an adventure like no other!
By Loveness Ulunji Chawinga2 years ago in Fiction
Inventions through generations
Do you dream of making a big discovery? Curing cancer or ending world hunger? We all want to have a positive impact. Unfortunately, for some inventors, their creations turned deadly. Let's look at inventors who were killed by their own inventions.
By Bibhutibhusan Mahanta 2 years ago in Fiction
