thriller

When the snow turned red. Content Warning.
I knew immediately when I saw the snow turn red, I fucked up….. I've always had a complicated relationship with frank. Our moms worked together so we've always been close. Frank had a tendency to use my insecurities to control me. After 30 years it was time for me to stand up to him Thursday night we took a trip out to our old ice fishing spot. The shack we built was gone, destroyed from all of the blizzards over the years, there was snow everywhere. As we start to fish I finally spoke up, “Frank, can I ask you something”
By Le L2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Destiny
Two souls intertwine in a dance of destiny, their love echoing through the ages like a timeless melody.** The bustling city of Evermore where two souls interwove in a dance of fate. Luna, a vibrant artist with a heart as colorful as her paintings, crossed paths with Orion, a brooding musician with melodies that echoed the depths of his soul.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Deception
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the towering skyscrapers and neon lights, lies a world of secrets and shadows. Detective Ryan Grayson, a man with a haunted past and a sharp mind, prowls through the dark alleys and hidden corners, searching for the truth that always seems just out of reach. One cold, rainy night, a frantic call pulls Grayson from the comfort of his office. He rushes to the scene—a sprawling mansion perched on the edge of the city, where a prominent businessman lies dead, a bullet lodged in his chest. As Grayson surveys the scene, rain cascading down his trench coat, he senses the presence of something sinister lurking in the shadows, a malevolent force that threatens to consume him whole. As Grayson delves deeper into the investigation, he encounters a cast of characters as enigmatic as the case itself. From the victim's conniving wife to his ruthless business associates, everyone seems to have a motive for murder. But as Grayson peels back the layers of deception, he uncovers a trail of breadcrumbs leading him to a startling revelation—one that will shake the very foundations of the city's elite. A chance encounter leads Grayson to Emily, a mysterious woman with a talent for painting. Her hauntingly beautiful artwork serves as a window into the darkness that pervades the case, each stroke of her brush revealing a new layer of the truth. Together, they piece together the puzzle, their minds intertwining in a dance of intellect and intuition as they race against time to unravel the mystery before it's too late. As the investigation reaches its climax, Grayson finds himself face to face with the true mastermind behind the murder. In a heart-pounding showdown, he confronts the villain, his senses tingling with anticipation as he prepares to deliver justice. But just when it seems like all is lost, a twist of fate turns the tide in Grayson's favor, a stroke of luck that tips the scales in his favor and brings the perpetrator to their knees. The real culprit is unmasked, justice is served, and Grayson emerges victorious, his name immortalized in the annals of law enforcement history. As dawn breaks over the city skyline, he stands tall, the weight of the case finally lifted from his shoulders. And as he walks away from the scene, rain still falling softly from the sky, he knows that even in the darkest of nights, there is always a glimmer of hope, a light that never truly fades away. Yet, despite the victory, a sense of unease lingers in the air, as if another storm is brewing on the horizon, waiting to test Grayson's resolve once more. Amidst the victory, Grayson couldn't shake off the feeling that there were still loose ends, whispers of a greater conspiracy waiting to be unraveled, lingering like a shadow in the corners of his mind. Determined to seek closure, Grayson vowed to continue his pursuit of truth, knowing that the darkness may never truly be dispelled, but that his light would shine brightest against it. With Emily by his side, they embarked on a new journey, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, for in the end, they knew that together, they were unstoppable. As they walked into the sunrise, hand in hand, they embraced the uncertainty of the future, knowing that as long as they stood together, they could overcome anything that came their way. But just as they thought the storm had passed, a sudden revelation emerged, shaking the very foundation of their beliefs and leaving them questioning everything they thought they knew.
By S.K.V2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Journal. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
There I was, sitting around. I’d be smiling if I had a face. I was sitting on a shelf in the corner of a dimly lit room. I was friends with the other forgotten and dusty items here.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Her
It's just as well that I'm now dead inside. I just wish things had been different. You see, from the time I moved into Aidan's home last April, I fell for him. He freed me from my boxy white package, and I gazed upon him for the first time. He took me in his soft, peach hands, sat me next to his keyboard, and began to type. After a few minutes, I chirped loudly.
By Jaye Pool2 years ago in Fiction
The Frightful Code: Kalyani's Genuine Shocking Tale
Section 1: The Deadline In the clamoring city of Bangalore, amid the high rises and tech parks, Kalyani, a gifted programmer, ended up immersed in the exciting universe of coding. Her days were spent drenched in lines of code, her psyche consumed by calculations and cutoff times. However, much to her dismay an unfavorable cutoff time lingered over her, one undeniably more evil than any task course of events.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Stephan: The Last of the Voltarians
February 7, 2144 Lieutenant Anthony Cheng and his squad finally broke into the last chamber of the Voltarian base nestled at the foot of the Whitmore Mountains.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
The tale of the lost rocket
In a bustling city full of busy streets, towering skyscrapers, and endless possibilities, there existed a small, forgotten locket. For years, it had been tucked away in a hidden corner of an antique shop, waiting for someone to discover its secrets. The locket had long forgotten its origin, but it yearned for the chance to be cherished once again.
By Ahsan Khan 2 years ago in Fiction
Pebble
I have never been a good sleeper. I would dream almost every time, which, I’ve been told, was a sign of stress. I never remembered the details, but always, always, I would wake up with remnants of a feeling.
By L Mincola2 years ago in Fiction
The Fiat, and The Grenade
Sicily | 1943 Corrado smirked, then disappeared back into the belly of the concealed bed. Rosalie re-tied the knot to the tarp, then climbed into the passenger seat. The partition had partially closed during the hectic stop, so she used her fingers to fully open it. Corrado’s head was directly on the other side, getting as close as humanly possible. This made her giggle, adding a little comfort to the rumbling sound of an accelerating engine.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Seventh Midnight
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Disappearance The moon hung low in the night sky, casting elongated shadows across the cobblestone streets of Crescent Hollow. Detective Emma Blackwood strode through the eerie silence, her trench coat billowing behind her like a cloak of mystery. Her keen eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any clue that might unravel the enigma of the Seventh Midnight.
By Zeenat Shoukat2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Lost: A Tale of Time and Destiny
A hidden world, secluded from the hustle and bustle of a sprawling cityscape. The shadows cast by towering buildings reached out like fingers upon the pavement below, yet only those who were lost or forgotten knew where to find it. Here existed an enigmatic community - a secret society that housed misplaced objects; all with their own unique stories to tell. Amongst them resided a pocket watch; once revered by an elusive persona known solely as "The Wanderer" but now diminished in glory through time's inevitable corrosion.
By Stacy Goldheart2 years ago in Fiction