Mystery
The Dark Secrets Within
I had always felt at ease in the world of words and fantasy. My days were devoted to developing stories, delving deeply into the feelings and experiences of the characters. I did, however, have a secret as a writer. I was scared of supernatural forces, which was a phobia that chilled me to the bone and was something I had always kept hidden from the public.
By Sahil Lathwal2 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Of Darkness In The Night
In the tapestry of the night, where the heavens are adorned with constellations like diamonds scattered across a velvet canvas, lies a realm of infinite mystery — the realm of darkness. The night, veiled in obsidian hues, conceals secrets that the human eye can only fathom, leaving the mind to wander through a labyrinth of imagination and wonder.
By Korey Ebrima2 years ago in Fiction
The Accident Night
The lonely road stretched out in front of me, a winding ribbon that ended at the horizon. It was the ideal location for my getaway, a getaway from the city's commotion and commotion that had for too long stifled my creativity. I was a writer looking for ideas, and I thought the quiet of the open road would give me the spark.
By Sahil Lathwal2 years ago in Fiction
The Haunted Road
Nothing could have prepared me for the terrible adventure I was about to embark on, even if as a writer I frequently find myself following inspiration down some unexpected routes. I had finally finished my most recent novel, and I was mentally spent. I chose to take a road trip down the haunted road since I needed a vacation from the outside world and had heard about it in hushed tones and whispers.
By Sahil Lathwal2 years ago in Fiction
Calculated Manipulation. Content Warning.
The air felt heavy. Or maybe that was just me. My breath was heavy. My chest filled up quickly, letting out the air much quicker than it was letting inside. God. You just sat on the other end of the couch. Your body slumped over the couch with your feet kicked up on the coffee table. Your hands covering your eyes as if you were afraid to look at me. Why couldn't you look at me? Why couldn't you face what you've done? The television screen was lit, yet no picture was shown. Only were there colors bouncing off the cracks of the screen; the cracks which appeared after you tried to put your fist through the picture. God. Was that what you didn't want to face? Your hands uncovered your face. Your head still remained resting on the back of the couch, while your feet were propped up on the coffee table. I've always hated the way you would prop your feet up on the table but there's no way I'm correcting you now.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Pen & Inktober
11. Wander The ship bobbed and swayed, tostled by the ether as it bounded aimlessly across the stars. With no heading or destination in mind, Xan gazed through the window of their starcruiser as the universe flittered by. The alien creature was often struck with the affliction of wanderlust, taking to the stars at a moment's notice with so much as an Anterian goodbye. He didn't know what he was seeking, he just hoped that one day he would find it, hopefully without crashing.
By Nick Cennamo-Smith2 years ago in Fiction
The Fortune Teller
Madam Hecate poured water into a small old oak beer keg and peered intensely at its surface. After a few minutes, she sneaked a peek at the woman sitting across from her and intoned, “A picture emerges.” With any luck, the old biddy would fall for her line.
By Petra Van Geenen2 years ago in Fiction





