Mystery
Perhaps the Next
They say the eyes are the window to the soul. Gazing deeply into Sylvia's eyes I see only a vast wasteland. Devoid of emotion, intellect. Forlorn in their absence of knowledge. Too bad. Our meeting earlier had shown such promise. I had truly hoped to learn more from our intimacy. Removing my blade from her heart, I wipe it on her chest. Ah well; perhaps the next one.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
Resilient Waves:
A young fisherman named Jacob formerly resided in a little coastal community. He was known for his strong resolve and love of the water. Jacob had spent the majority of his youth fishing with his father, who had taught him how to throw nets and navigate the uncertain waters.
By Meesm abbas3 years ago in Fiction
The Strange Mystery of the Dybbuk Box
The Dybbuk Box is a mysterious and cursed object that has been the source of many paranormal occurrences and strange events since its discovery. The box is said to contain a Dybbuk, a restless and malevolent spirit from Jewish mythology that possesses and harms the living. In this article, we'll explore the strange mystery of the Dybbuk Box and its cursed history.
By Sagar Karn3 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Struggle
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Alex. Alex was a kind and caring person, but he suffered from a mental health condition known as bipolar disorder. This condition caused Alex to experience extreme mood swings, with periods of intense happiness and energy followed by periods of deep depression and sadness.
By Riyakrishna3 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare City
It all started with the collapse of the government. People stopped paying taxes. Police stopped getting paid and quit working. Laws became unenforceable. People started rioting and looting. Eventually the supplies ran out, and things calmed down when barter started. People were forced to respect each other despite no laws, or starve and die, because nobody bartered with the disrespectful. Payment for food was a simple thanks. The city was still in decay, and an old nuclear power plant leaked small amounts of radiation into our city. Our bodies adapted quickly, though, but now we all looked like hidious monsters.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Witch's Daughter
The Hidden Legacy In the quaint village of Willowbrook, nestled amidst towering trees and rolling hills, lived a young girl named Eliza. She had always been a curious and adventurous soul, finding solace in the enchanting forests that surrounded her home. But little did she know that her life was about to take a magical turn.
By Kemisha Howe3 years ago in Fiction
His House...
Anna felt the stocking split where her womanhood met the fleshy part of her thigh, and she couldn’t stop herself from cussing softly under her breath. Despite this feminine fatality, she thanked God that she was wearing her new broomstick skirt. But she had four blocks left to get home. Instead of being caressed by the familiar sounds of the neighborhood, the rattle of distant gunfire and sirens taunted her causing haste in her step. The tear in her stocking was spreading like a newly cracked windshield, both beckoning a breeze.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Shrouded Meetings
Mist curled through the valley. It was testing, tasting freedom it had not known in long years. Ages ago, or so it seemed, the mist had roamed free through all the land with only the scattered watchfires of frightened peoples to hinder its passage. Such was not the case anymore, and the mist was forced to relish the times when it could flow like silver streams unimpeded through the air.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in Fiction
