Mystery
The Undertaker's Garden
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Well, it wasn’t exactly me; my reflection was different, much different. Seeming, in fact to have a mind of its own, anchored to a body that looked just like me but wasn’t—and before you click back let me explain.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
Determination
There he become, a younger guy with a venture. His call become David and he became a detective. He had always desired to make the arena a higher region, and this changed into his hazard. He had been tracking a notorious gang that were terrorizing the metropolis for months. That they had simply robbed a bank and he had eventually caught up with them.
By Rasheek Rasool3 years ago in Fiction
The Connection Between the Full Moon and Werewolves
In popular culture and folklore, the full moon has long been associated with werewolves. Many stories and legends depict werewolves as creatures who transform into wolves during the full moon, only to revert to human form when the moon sets. But what exactly is the link between the full moon and werewolves? Is there any scientific evidence to back up this claim, or is it just a myth?
By Mohamed Wasim3 years ago in Fiction
The Other Side of the Mirror
Chapter 1: Reflections The mirror showed me a reflection that wasn't mine. At first, I thought it was just a trick of the light or a momentary glitch in the glass. But as I stared into the reflective surface, the image became clearer and more distinct.
By Nurçin Aydemir3 years ago in Fiction
Elderberry
I looked at the broken mirror and the reflection was not of my own,I saw looking back in the conservatory, it was a vine that looked like a snake had twisted and entwined itself around about us. It seemed as though the room was filling with steam, so I opened the windows at the top of the wrought iron staircase and instantly could feel the air and oxygen coming through. It was a hot summers day with the Sun out in full force glaring at the pained glass, showing every scratch from the cleaning of the windows over the years. The blinding refractions coming from all around the conservatory,the tiny droplets of water I had sprayed on the Elderflower. Hated the damn white flowers to give birth to the poisonous berries,the whole damn thing was irritatingingly devious,white petal flowers like whiter than white to show off virginity and then the red blood stained berries that represented the earth women of periods,these bleeds where your stomach would bloat and cramp like you had eaten the bloody berries causing severe stomach trauma.Then childbirth if you were cursed with such an infliction without a wedding ring.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Island
The Forgotten Island: A Tale of Discovery, Culture, and Mystery Imagine setting foot on an island that has been completely forgotten by the rest of the world. An island that has been untouched by the outside world for centuries, where a tribe of people have been living in isolation, preserving their culture and way of life. This is the story of the Forgotten Island.
By Majic Insider3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Lecture
Dr. William Thompson had spent the majority of his life as a college professor, teaching literature to students of all ages. He had poured his heart and soul into his work, hoping to inspire a love of learning and a deeper appreciation for the written word in each of his students. As he entered his twilight years, he found himself reflecting on his life's work and the impact he had had on those around him.
By Abdul Rauf3 years ago in Fiction









