Mystery

You Won’t Believe What Facebook Did Now!
Facebook, founded in 2004 by Mark Zuckerberg alongside his college roommates Eduardo Saverin, Andrew McCollum, Dustin Moskovitz, and Chris Hughes, started as a Harvard-only platform before expanding to other Ivy League universities and eventually, to the world.
By Apleetech2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of an entire narrative
Detective Max Archambeau sat in his makeshift office, the sterile walls of the psychiatric ward providing a stark backdrop to the crime scene clippings he meticulously arranged. His mind, sharp as ever, was immersed in the analysis of high-profile cases, a stark contrast to the institutional setting around him.
By Wren2 years ago in Fiction
New Beginnings
This story has been written in response to L.C. Schäfer's proposal to spend 2024 losing my mind...sorry, I mean, choosing to write a microfiction story every day, making 366 stories for every day of this lovely leap year. You can check her original story out here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Freedom?
Every morning I wake and it's the same old thing. Every morning I wake and I want to be there. Not here. Not here. Every morning life takes a crap on me again. All my dreams are of that place. The place where she is and where they are. Where it all went right and wrong at such a quick pace, but it's the only place I want to be, trying to fix what I broke.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Day of Return. Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. His name had been Oleg, a man from a different time and a different place with his name preserved on a gilded scrap of paper calling him a Bachelor of Arts, evidently something to be vaunted in the old world. He had lived in this place once upon a time, though that time was long past.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
THANK YOU, SIRI, OR ECHO, OR, HUH?
THANK YOU, SIRI OR ECHO OR - - HUH? Wait! Who, no what are you? My mom made sure I never forgot my manners. “Always say please when you ask for something.” “Never forget to say thank you when someone helps you, even if it’s only to answer your questions.”
By Margaret Brennan2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Deception: A Crime Fantasy Tale. Content Warning.
In the mysterious city of Eldoria, where ancient secrets and modern technology coexist, a web of crime concealed beneath the glittering facade begins to unravel. The enigmatic detective, Serena Blackthorn, finds herself entangled in a complex case that transcends the boundaries of time and magic.
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Library
In the heart of a city, where the ebb and flow of life drowned out the whispers of ancient tales, there stood a building cloaked in obscurity—the Forgotten Library. It was a repository of stories long erased from the collective consciousness, hidden behind a facade of anonymity. Within its walls resided Elysia, the enigmatic keeper of the library's secrets.
By Viji2 years ago in Fiction
Parallel Echoes
In the quiet town of Everglade, life was ordinary, and the residents were blissfully unaware of the extraordinary events that were about to unfold. Everglade had always been a place untouched by the bizarre and the otherworldly, until the day when the fabric of reality itself began to unravel.
By Oroush Fatima2 years ago in Fiction
Laughing in the Face of Crime: 'Based on a True Story' Review Unleashes an Uproarious Assault on Shameless True-Crime Fanatics
“Based on a True Story” (Sky Max) Boarding the rollercoaster, we find ourselves immersed in a darkly comic exploration of the graphic business of murder. The series opens with a scene reminiscent of Psycho – a young woman is brutally stabbed by an intruder, setting the stage for what unfolds as a furious attack on the true crime genre.
By Mr OP2 years ago in Fiction
Mummy Smokes Shisha
It was a calm rural neighborhood where white picket fences and very much manicured yards characterized the scene. Youngsters played in the roads, riding bikes and chuckling as they pursued one another. The sun plunged underneath the skyline, projecting a warm orange shine over the houses. In the core of this ideal local area carried on with a family that was only a tad bit unique.
By R Roka2 years ago in Fiction
Jumping Timelines
An online user shared this narrative. I was driving along the PCH, a very long highway up the coast of California, at precisely 8:15 PM when I heard a car horn blaring. I turned around and saw a car coming straight towards my car and myself. Suddenly, I'm sitting on the ground, very confused, and a headache is starting to come on. It's been about a week, and I'm still trying to wrap my head around the possibility that I might have died in another timeline and just jumped to this one background. Though I was not hit, my car was not hit, and I was still breathing heavily, so I was obviously freaked out. I got back up and checked my phone to see if I had called my mom because this was crazy, but there was no history of me doing so. I tried to calm myself down and decided to head home right away, thinking that perhaps this was a premonition of something I didn't want to relive. When I got home, my mom asked me why I had called and then hung up. Is it just me, or am I jumping across timelines? There are millions of stories that are similar to this one; this can't be a coincidence, can it?
By Lalnunhlima Khawlhring2 years ago in Fiction