thriller

Duress.
I had gone to bed. The lights were off, my tablet and phone charging on the nightstand, hair tucked under my bonnet. My midnight prayer had left me calm, the night folding around me like a familiar blanket. Outside, the city hummed softly, oblivious to the small apartment perched above the street.
By Test4 months ago in Fiction
Three Left in the Cabin
The first snow of December had barely begun blanketing the peaceful town of Ashford, Maine, when Evelyn Ross took her SUV down Sycamore Road. The tall stand of pine trees and the rolling fog rendered the old cabin nearly invisible until she was almost directly above it.
By Leyvel Writes4 months ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
Baron Von Greed was waiting for them. Cogsworth had expected pursuit, searches, perhaps even mechanical hounds sent to track him through the city's steam-filled streets. He had not expected to find the Baron standing calmly in his carnival quarters, examining the maintenance tools with the casual interest of a man appraising property.
By Shane D. Spear4 months ago in Fiction
Beyond Doubt. Content Warning.
Carl Bent knew how to win. He’d spent two decades turning murderers into victims, thieves into misunderstood strugglers, liars into saints. He did it without conscience, without warmth, and without ever letting a jury glimpse his soul. If he had one left.
By JR Daniels4 months ago in Fiction
The Finale : Whispers of the Forgotten: A Descent into Eldoria Manor
The Finale Chapter 1 Alistair froze, his hand still raised, the rock still in his grip. The whisper was not in his ears, but in his mind, clear as day. It was the voice of a woman, a profound sadness clinging to every word.
By Tales That Breathe at Night4 months ago in Fiction
Blaze. Top Story - September 2025.
“Mom, wake up. Mom! Quick, look! That’s Brandon, right?” “Where?!” Mrs. Lockwood sat upright and groggily looked around at all the passersby. Then she looked in the direction Scarlett was pointing. It indeed was him! It was her Brandon!
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran4 months ago in Fiction
Don't Do It. Top Story - September 2025. Content Warning.
Emery stood at the bottom of the escalator, fingers clutching the strap of her purse. The lobby was mostly dead, with the exception of the maintenance man. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to turn back—to return to the safety behind the desk.
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Fiction
Season 5: Whispers of the Forgotten: A Descent into Eldoria Manor
Season 5: Chapter 1 As Silas lay on the floor, his body still, his breathing shallow, the others worked with a desperate, frantic energy. Chloe's laptop screen was a blur of code and schematics, as she tried to find a way to hack the music box. Lena's hands trembled as she lit candles and laid out ancient relics, trying to create a psychic link to the spirits.
By Tales That Breathe at Night4 months ago in Fiction
Ditched
An elderly couple was driving their Buick on a country road in Georgia to Florida after a great Labor Day weekend at their kids'. It was early in the morning and they enjoyed their ride with no cars on the road, just the calm and beautiful late summer scenery with occasional farms.
By Lana V Lynx4 months ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
The streets of Aethel's older districts were a maze of copper pipes and crystalline conduits, perfect for an automaton trying to avoid detection. Cogsworth had disabled his external lights and muffled his mechanical sounds as much as possible, moving through the shadows like a ghost of brass and gears.
By Shane D. Spear4 months ago in Fiction
Final Delivery
The glow of the dashboard clock read 11:47 PM as Jason steered his beat-up sedan down a lonely, tree-lined road. He hated late-night shifts, especially in this part of town, where the houses were spaced far apart and the streetlights flickered ominously. Still, it was a job, and tonight’s order was his last delivery before clocking out.
By V-Ink Stories4 months ago in Fiction
The Toppings are Screaming
Jason hated his new job at Slice of Heaven Pizzeria. Something about the place didn’t sit right with him. Maybe it was the eerie silence in the kitchen despite how busy they always seemed. Maybe it was the overly cheerful owner, Mr. Carver, whose grin never quite reached his eyes. Or maybe it was the smell—a coppery tang that lingered in the air, stronger than any garlic or pepperoni.
By V-Ink Stories4 months ago in Fiction