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The Day I Didn’t Die.
They found my shoes first. Side by side at the edge of the ravine, soles pointed toward the abyss like they’d been arranged on purpose. The laces were undone, dust clung to the leather, and there was no note, no blood, no trail. Just silence and the echo of a girl who’d vanished.
By liz 209 months ago in Fiction
The Alabaster Box
The Alabaster Box Summary: When widowed defense attorney Grace Mallory inherits an unassuming alabaster box from her estranged grandmother—an old recluse who died under mysterious circumstances in rural Mississippi—she assumes it’s nothing more than a quaint keepsake. But when her teenage son, Sam, opens the box, strange visions begin to plague them both, visions of a long-forgotten murder, a shuttered church, and whispers of a pact sealed in blood.
By Odeb9 months ago in Fiction
My Brother Passed Away in 1999. Last Night, He Sent Me a Text.
My Brother Passed Away in 1999. Last Night, He Sent Me a Text. I sat there for a minute, staring at the screen, my coffee growing cold in my cup. The message was brief: "Meet me where we buried the watch." No number. No contact name. But I knew that phrase like a scar—I was eleven when my brother whispered it to me the day before the accident. The day his car went off that cliff in 1999. We never found his body. We never found the watch. And now, twenty-six years later, my dead brother was texting me from a number that didn’t exist.
By Get Rich9 months ago in Fiction
The cypress shade. Content Warning.
Edo Period, Japan — Year of the Fire Horse The village of Tsukihana lay nestled between cedar-covered hills and mist-veiled rice fields. In spring, the petals of white plum trees fell like snow, and the laughter of children ran down the stone paths like mountain water. The people lived simply—by the seasons, the crops, the temple bell.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Shadows. AI-Generated.
On the outskirts of a small, fog-covered town stood an abandoned mansion shrouded in mystery. Locals whispered of shadows that moved on their own and voices that echoed through its crumbling walls. Few dared to go near, but those who did returned with tales of whispers that lingered long after they had left.
By Ahnaf9 months ago in Fiction
The cask of Amontillado
The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitively settled. But the very definitiveness with which it was resolved, precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
By Mohammad Roman9 months ago in Fiction
The Horrifying Incident in Jiao's Manor: The Haunting of Resentment
The night sky above Jiao Family Village was weighed down by dark clouds as the Patriarch Jiao took his last breath the previous night. The old lady had passed away many years ago, leaving the patriarch alone for half his life. Despite his vast wealth, he was spiritually empty, and his temper grew increasingly irascible. His two sons were both prodigal sons, constantly eyeing their father's property. The relationship between the father and sons was as tense as a tightly drawn bowstring, on the verge of snapping at any moment.
By Li Bai9 months ago in Fiction
Life Lessons to Live by
Dog Guard Dog Capitan visited his master's tomb for six years. This faithful dog slept at the graveside of his deceased owner, Miguel Guzman, every single night following his death in 2006. After the funeral, Capitan disappeared, and the grieving family launched a thorough search to find him, putting up posters. Regrettably, the dog was not seen.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Fiction
Don't Argue with Donkeys
Don't argue with donkeys.. Not every battle is worth fighting - especially when the other side is not interested in the truth, if only to win the argument. Here's a story that reminds us why silence is sometimes the wisest answer
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Fiction
petals in the dark. Content Warning.
For over thirty years, the little town of Willowbrook had known nothing but warmth and cheer from the town's beloved florist Mr. William Carter. Every morning, without fail, he stood on the same corner, his cart overflowing with the brightest blooms you could imagine. The air was always filled with the scent of fresh roses, daisies, and lilacs as he smiled and waved to each passerby.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
Devil in Manhattan
The rain had a way of making everything in New York bleed. Under the yellow haze of gas lamps and the hum of trolley wires, Detective Samuel Greaves lit a cigarette with shaking fingers and stared down at the body. The alley behind 46th and Lexington stank of garbage, gin, and death. A woman lay sprawled on the cobblestones, her throat slashed in a precise arc, a strange sigil carved into her chest—a symbol Samuel didn’t recognize, but had seen before.
By Lucian9 months ago in Fiction
The Artist in the Desert
There was a fighter plane that had crashed in the Sahara Desert during World War II. The pilot was alright, but all his surroundings were nothing but dusty sand and a hot sun. No food, no water. Nothing but a bottle of water and dry crackers.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Fiction