Mystery

The Enigma of Echo Valley
Once upon a time, in a small, secluded town nestled within the misty mountains, there existed a place known as Echo Valley. Legend had it that the valley got its name from the strange phenomenon where echoes of voices lingered far longer than they should, sometimes carrying messages from the past.
By Abegail Reyes2 years ago in Fiction
Silo
I don't know which day I'll lose him, but I know it's coming. So, while the vet checks Silo's heartbeat, I put my head down and pray as it's the only thing keeping me from feeling useless. I pray that death would have a change of plans and reschedule for another day, another week, or another month. But seeing as the vet took off his stethoscope and stood over him in silence, I realized that my prayers went unanswered. “It may seem irregular now but he's already lost so much weight. His body no longer responds to the stimulants, and you already said that he's still vomiting a lot. I'm really sorry that there's not much I can do. Especially after all he's done for me.” Silo placed his paw on his hand and the vet nodded to him, leaving the room to prepare the discharge papers. Then Silo turned towards me with his round golden eyes filled with fatigue, he had been battling this kidney disease for almost a year. The nurse came in and gave us a brief explanation of the discharge papers before handing them over. Then I reached in my purse for the car keys and placed Silo in a carrier bag. The vet returned with one hand reaching out for the bag and the other holding out an umbrella. “I'll help you to your car. It's raining.” He helped us into the car, and I started the engine, waving goodbye as he stepped back. He gave a half-smile as he waved back, then dropped his umbrella after a few moments to let the rain wash away his guilt. The drive seemed long with only the sound of heavy raindrops to fill the silence; Silo didn't even have the energy to claw his way out. When we arrived home, I took off my coat and dried him off with a small towel from the closet, then reached for his food bag to prepare his bowl. But every time I reached for the bag, he would move my hand away, and after multiple attempts he bit me. I gave up and went to sit on the recliner, propping up my feet to relax. He moved his small staircase next to the recliner and climbed onto my lap, spinning around a few times before curling himself down facing me. We sat in silence for a long time looking at one another, thinking back to the time when we first met.
By Shatanya Sche2 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery Toy
Once upon a time, in a comfortable area with houses close together, there lived a boy named Alex. He was full of imagination and curiosity, always seeking new adventures. Every day, he explored his neighbourhood, eager to discover something exciting.
By M.Fiaz2 years ago in Fiction
The Harvest of Fear: Pradeep's Terrifying Ordeal in Andhra Pradesh
In the sun-kissed fields of Andhra Pradesh, where the fertile soil yields bountiful crops, there lived a farmer named Pradeep. With calloused hands and unwavering determination, he toiled day in and day out to provide for his family and sustain his ancestral land. However, little did he know that amidst the tranquility of rural life, a sinister force lurked, waiting to unleash a nightmare upon him.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
A Parcel of Love
In the bustling streets of Mumbai, amidst the chaotic traffic and the constant hum of life, there lived a girl named Meera. She was a simple girl with dreams as big as the city itself, but her days were spent in the monotony of her routine job at a local bookstore.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
The Hopeful Wanderer
In the heart of a snow-covered forest, where the world was swallowed by an endless winter, Aria wandered alone. The snowflakes fell softly around her, creating a hushed silence that wrapped her in a cocoon of tranquility.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Digital Deception
The Harper family lived in a quaint suburban neighborhood, where weekends were filled with laughter and shared moments. Mark and Laura Harper worked hard to provide for their two children, Emily and Tyler, in a world that seemed increasingly interconnected through digital means.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Fiction
Revival
I have been blind since birth; due to my blindness I have been able to see the world for what it is and differently from those around me. In that same notion, all of that changed in one instant for me, so exceedingly long ago. I write this to tell everyone who has ever thought nothing is or will be, but also, I write this so that one day my voice will be known to all who had ever wandered in and sought, seeking the one thing they want without caring or paying their dues to life… for all those whom made my outlook terrible… for you all, I tell this and use it as a reminder to myself and for those whom follow after, please read and listen to this old woman’s tale and learn a thing or two.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the ICU: The Haunting of Dr. Harrison
In the heart of St. Mary's Hospital, nestled within the bustling cityscape, lay the Intensive Care Unit, a place where life and death danced on a delicate tightrope. Amongst the hushed whispers of nurses and the constant hum of machinery, a tale whispered through the corridors—a tale of the spectral presence of Dr. Harrison, the esteemed physician who had passed away years ago yet lingered in the shadows of the ICU.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
unsolved mystery
Unsolved Mystery Foot steps in the snow I walk. The last time I went through the wooded lot, up the hill, to bolder point I was surprised by large footprints in the snow. A prank for sure.
By Juanita Pearce2 years ago in Fiction
Legacy of the Celestial Guardian
Time has a way of changing stories, and for many years, the Tianlu became a quiet whisper from the past. But some tales are too powerful to stay silent.
By Estalontech2 years ago in Fiction
Follow the Rabit
Sitting in a meadow just outside of town- at the edge of the forest when I see a Rabbit. For some reason, this rabbit caught my attention. I'm not sure why but something about this rabbit seems off. It stood up on its hind legs and I could have sworn it looked right at me. It suddenly took off running, and I immediately started running after the rabbit- barely grabbing my books and bag, fumbling over myself and trying to run after the rabbit.
By Jen Phillips2 years ago in Fiction