Mystery

The Edge. Top Story - February 2024.
On my adventures I never thought I'd find the Edge. My tribe had prophecies of people finding the Edge, some tribespeople ventured out on their own, others were chosen, but out of everyone who left, no one ever returned.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Fiction
Road Rage | Pars Duo
Lunging with every ounce of strength she could conjure, Rosalie hastily retrieved her brother from the overturned death trap. She tolled him onto his back and immediately checked for a pulse. Moments ago he had let out a faint moan and twitch, but he had fallen silent again. Thankfully she was able to locate a pulse. It was faint, and slow, but it was there.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Fearless Honey Badger
Introduction: There is a species that lives in the wilds of Africa and some parts of Asia that is renowned for its boldness and persistence. Mellivora capensis, the formal name for the honey badger, is a little yet powerful mammal that epitomizes adaptability and resilience. Scientists and environment lovers alike are fascinated by this creature's tenacity and unbreakable character despite its comparatively small size. Let's explore the fascinating world of the honey badger and learn the truths behind this species' fabled reputation.
By Vijay Kumar2 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror's Curse
Section 1: The Old fashioned Mirror In the curious town of Willow River, settled amid murmuring woods and haze-loaded roads, stood an old house covered in secret. The manor had a place with the late Dr. Nathaniel Blackwood, an eminent medium reputed to have dug into the haziest corners of the otherworldly.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Water Spirit
Cold up to my thighs hugs me stiffly as I push through the piles of white. Down, down, I traverse. The mountain looms behind me like a watchful guard as I descend towards the ribbon of teal. Rushing, gurgling, churning water over stones drowns out the pants of my breath and the thudding in my head. The river is closer now, just beyond the stretch of my arms. Ice closes the edge of its bank in ragged, broken sheets. A raven calls out from the birch forest. The mountain shudders. The snow is not as deep here, and I tug my feet free at last. My steps stumble. I lean forward, my hands on my knees, and wait to catch my breath. The thin nightdress clings to me like a sheet to a ghost. Chills dance up my arms and down my neck.
By Laura Lann2 years ago in Fiction
Open Water. Content Warning.
The landlady opens the front door to the eighties’ brown bungalow on the third knock. She swings it half-open and jams her foot in the space between to stop a gnarled tabby from slinking out into the street.
By Lark Hanshan2 years ago in Fiction
What now?
I was paralysed. I have spent years trying to be the person I thought my parents wanted me to be. To be kind, compassionate and caring. They taught me that the key to happiness was to nurture the relationships you had in your life and that you should do everything in your power to protect others because we are more powerful as a collective.
By Matthew Grantham2 years ago in Fiction
Polly's Parrot Adventures: A Tale of Linguistic Prowess and Curiosity
In the bustling city of Aviania, where colorful feathers adorned every corner and the air was filled with the chatter of birds, lived a peculiar flock of parrots known for their extraordinary gift of gab. Among them, Polly stood out with her vibrant plumage and an insatiable curiosity that matched her captivating chatter.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Fiction
MISPLACED
Sure, I can try to write a fictional story from the perspective of a misplaced item. Here is one possible story: ``` I am a pair of glasses. I used to belong to a man named John, who wore me every day to see the world clearly. He was a kind and gentle person, who loved reading books and watching movies. He always took good care of me, cleaning me with a soft cloth and putting me in a case when he went to sleep.
By Madhankumarramesh2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Destiny
Two souls intertwine in a dance of destiny, their love echoing through the ages like a timeless melody.** The bustling city of Evermore where two souls interwove in a dance of fate. Luna, a vibrant artist with a heart as colorful as her paintings, crossed paths with Orion, a brooding musician with melodies that echoed the depths of his soul.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Deception
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the towering skyscrapers and neon lights, lies a world of secrets and shadows. Detective Ryan Grayson, a man with a haunted past and a sharp mind, prowls through the dark alleys and hidden corners, searching for the truth that always seems just out of reach. One cold, rainy night, a frantic call pulls Grayson from the comfort of his office. He rushes to the scene—a sprawling mansion perched on the edge of the city, where a prominent businessman lies dead, a bullet lodged in his chest. As Grayson surveys the scene, rain cascading down his trench coat, he senses the presence of something sinister lurking in the shadows, a malevolent force that threatens to consume him whole. As Grayson delves deeper into the investigation, he encounters a cast of characters as enigmatic as the case itself. From the victim's conniving wife to his ruthless business associates, everyone seems to have a motive for murder. But as Grayson peels back the layers of deception, he uncovers a trail of breadcrumbs leading him to a startling revelation—one that will shake the very foundations of the city's elite. A chance encounter leads Grayson to Emily, a mysterious woman with a talent for painting. Her hauntingly beautiful artwork serves as a window into the darkness that pervades the case, each stroke of her brush revealing a new layer of the truth. Together, they piece together the puzzle, their minds intertwining in a dance of intellect and intuition as they race against time to unravel the mystery before it's too late. As the investigation reaches its climax, Grayson finds himself face to face with the true mastermind behind the murder. In a heart-pounding showdown, he confronts the villain, his senses tingling with anticipation as he prepares to deliver justice. But just when it seems like all is lost, a twist of fate turns the tide in Grayson's favor, a stroke of luck that tips the scales in his favor and brings the perpetrator to their knees. The real culprit is unmasked, justice is served, and Grayson emerges victorious, his name immortalized in the annals of law enforcement history. As dawn breaks over the city skyline, he stands tall, the weight of the case finally lifted from his shoulders. And as he walks away from the scene, rain still falling softly from the sky, he knows that even in the darkest of nights, there is always a glimmer of hope, a light that never truly fades away. Yet, despite the victory, a sense of unease lingers in the air, as if another storm is brewing on the horizon, waiting to test Grayson's resolve once more. Amidst the victory, Grayson couldn't shake off the feeling that there were still loose ends, whispers of a greater conspiracy waiting to be unraveled, lingering like a shadow in the corners of his mind. Determined to seek closure, Grayson vowed to continue his pursuit of truth, knowing that the darkness may never truly be dispelled, but that his light would shine brightest against it. With Emily by his side, they embarked on a new journey, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, for in the end, they knew that together, they were unstoppable. As they walked into the sunrise, hand in hand, they embraced the uncertainty of the future, knowing that as long as they stood together, they could overcome anything that came their way. But just as they thought the storm had passed, a sudden revelation emerged, shaking the very foundation of their beliefs and leaving them questioning everything they thought they knew.
By S.K.V2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Journal. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
There I was, sitting around. I’d be smiling if I had a face. I was sitting on a shelf in the corner of a dimly lit room. I was friends with the other forgotten and dusty items here.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction