thriller

The Chessboard Mystery
Throughout his career as a detective, Detective Inspector Rezaul Karim had seen many horrible deaths, but what he observed at Zamindar Pratap Ray's residence in Barisal was unimaginable. Chess enthusiast Pratap Ray was discovered dead on his outdoor chessboard with his corpse twisted into the shape of a chess board.
By Nizam Uddin Apouabout a year ago in Fiction
The story of their alliance became a symbol of how strength and honor could overcome conflict and foster unity.
In the mystical realm of Awele, there was a formidable Giant Warrior Princess named Ireti. Renowned across the land for her unmatched strength and bravery, Princess Ireti led her army to countless victories against those who dared to threaten her people. Despite her heroic deeds, the villagers saw her only as a warrior, not as a lady. Her towering presence and martial prowess overshadowed any thoughts of romance or matrimony. Men of status who visited Awele with the hope of finding a noble bride were quickly deterred upon meeting Ireti. Her imposing stature and warrior's demeanor led many to believe she was too manly to be considered a suitable wife.
By Peter NKabout a year ago in Fiction
Liar. Top Story - September 2024. Content Warning.
Glasses clink. Laughter rises and falls, following the ebb and flow of conversation as the tides do the rising and setting of the moon. Overheard, light slowly fades, the blazing glow of the sun pulling darkness behind it like a blanket draped across a world soon to sleep.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Fiction
A Session on the Psychiatrist's Couch - Revised Version
Hi Doc. Nice to meet you. I'm Lobo Weir. Thank you for squeezing me in so late. I would have preferred an earlier appointment but no matter. We've probably got enough time to complete the session before I have to leave. Let's hope so, eh?
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Dahlia
All I wanted was to be a star. I wanted my name in shining lights and for people to gasp as I walked by. I wanted them to admire me, envy me. I didn’t want strange assumptions from people who thought they were better than me. I should have stopped people still in their tracks. I should have pressed my hands in the cement in front of Grauman’s like Irene Dunne did, flashbulbs popping, reporters shouting. So many handprints and footprints have come along since she pressed hers. Have I really been gone that long? Were the only flashbulbs the detectives documenting my demise?
By Josey Pickeringabout a year ago in Fiction
The scent of pines. Content Warning.
The light was too harsh and too white when I entered the filming set. A woman pointed at a chair in front of a camera and told me to sit. I could barely hear her. I pulled my papers out of my breast pocket, where I had carefully tucked them in. Someone told me to start so I started. I could hear my voice tremble as I read my text.
By Clemabout a year ago in Fiction
I Saw You Again Today
I have fallen completely in love with you; with your smile, with your voice, with your laugh, with the way you walk and the way you bring the sun into each room. Each morning my mind traces through every dream you walked through. Each night I lay in my chilled bed and think of how whole I would feel should you find slumber beside me. Every fiber of my body yearns to learn what your soft hands would feel like when those fingers finally brush against my flesh, and how your lips must feel like an angel’s wing.
By Connieabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Hope of the Ancients
Description: In a bleak, ravaged future where Earth lies in ruins, Elara and her band of resilient survivors stumble upon an ancient secret buried deep within the remnants of a forgotten civilization. They uncover a powerful device capable of restoring their desolate world, but it comes with a dire warning of a force that could spell their doom. Torn between the promise of salvation and the terror of unleashed destruction, Elara must make a fateful choice. Her decision to activate the device sets in motion a breathtaking transformation—and a catastrophic threat. Their story becomes an epic cautionary tale of the perils of tampering with forces beyond human control.
By Abdullah Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
A Quiet Stroll
A Quiet Stroll D. A. Ratliff I peeked out the lacy curtains covering the parlor window, watching Bishop Strong walk toward his waiting car. Good riddance. I didn’t think I could bear another minute with that stuffy, pompous man. I also didn’t think I could stand another moment with the hideous lacy curtains. I am a man of simplicity, and frilly things annoy me. I chuckled. Perhaps I am as pompous as the good bishop.
By D. A. Ratliffabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Train Home: A Journey Through Shadows . AI-Generated.
The rain poured heavily against the windows of the nearly empty train car, casting long streaks of water like tears across the glass. Evelyn sat alone, her breath fogging the window as she stared out into the dark, unrecognizable landscape that sped by. She had taken this route a thousand times before, but tonight something felt different.
By James Bondabout a year ago in Fiction
Can a kid be trusted… . Content Warning.
There was something right there at the back of the classroom, the teacher told a kid to take a bottle and catch it so that it could in the fullness of time be free. But when it was done, it fell to the ground like a wet tissue.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Wedding-Chapter 6
Chapter Six- Kelsey My foot taps against the leg of my chair as I sit in the cafe of Barnes and Noble. My back is to the door, so I will have no clue when she walks in. I drink my chai latte and scroll through Instagram, desperately needing a distraction from the situation I am about to find myself in.
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Fiction