Psychological
The Shadow of the Unknown Traveler
As Maya strolled along the meandering path that led to her town, the sun was sinking behind the hills. The crisp evening air was accompanied by the far-off noises of birds making their way back to their nests. It was a journey she had gone numerous times, but tonight, something felt different.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
Sequel to "The Vatican's Shadowed Vault" - The Vatican's Eternal Prison
Father Guiseppie awoke in complete darkness. His body felt cold and stiff, and his mind was foggy, struggling to remember where he was. The iron cross was still clenched tightly in his hand, its edges digging into his palm, but its protective warmth was gone. A deep, oppressive silence pressed against him, broken only by the faint sound of breathing nearby.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Fiction
Silent Footsteps
The once-grand estate on Willow Lane had been deserted for years, its ivy-covered crumbling exterior. Inside its crumbling walls, locals told of weird happenings: doors creaking open in the middle of the night, shadows moving on their own, and the distinct sound of footsteps reverberating down the deserted halls. But nobody, not even on a dare, ventured inside.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD about a year ago in Fiction
The Vatican’s Shadowed Vault
Beneath the grand splendor of the Vatican, hidden far below the marbled halls and sacred chapels, lies a secret chamber unknown to most. It is buried deep in the earth, below layers of stone and history, where even the light of day cannot reach. For centuries, only a handful of the most trusted clergy have known of this place, and fewer still have entered it. Legends whispered of a dark presence kept locked away in these forgotten catacombs—a force the Church feared, but could not destroy.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Fiction
The Reflection. AI-Generated.
James Langford rubbed his eyes as the soft morning light filtered through his apartment window. The city hummed below, another routine day waiting for him. He made his way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face to shake off the remnants of a restless night. As he wiped the fog from the mirror, he noticed something off. His reflection was delayed by a heartbeat—a brief but unmistakable lag between his movements and the reflection’s response.
By Andzani Ashleyabout a year ago in Fiction
Eternal Symphony
In the center of a vast, crowded city stood an abandoned mansion, its once grand facade now decayed by years of neglect. Ivy crawled up the walls, intertwining with cracked windows and crumbling stone. The house was a forgotten relic, its presence overshadowed by towering skyscrapers and the rush of modern life. Yet, to those who had lived in the city long enough, the mansion held a mystery whispered in hushed tones.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Fiction
The Time Traveler's Dilemma
Dr. Eleanor “Ellie” Mason sat hunched over her desk, fingers tapping a steady rhythm on the cold metal surface. Before her lay a small, unassuming device—no larger than a wristwatch—its sleek black surface glimmering under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights. It was inconspicuous, something you could easily mistake for an outdated piece of technology. Yet, it held the power to unravel the very fabric of time.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
