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The Man In The Fields Ritual
The Man in the Fields Ritual is a high-stakes paranormal game that can bring you great rewards—but only if you succeed in completing the ritual. The game is said to offer protection and good fortune for one year if you win. However, failure to complete the ritual or breaking its rules can lead to terrifying consequences, including eternal servitude to the Man in the Fields.
By V-Ink Stories6 months ago in Fiction
The Picture Game Ritual
The Picture Game, also known as "The Picture Game Ritual," is a paranormal ritual designed to capture images of spirits or entities. Participants in this ritual attempt to photograph ghosts or other supernatural beings that may be present in their surroundings. The game is played by using a camera to take pictures in complete darkness, and it's said that spirits may reveal themselves in the images taken.
By V-Ink Stories6 months ago in Fiction
Camp Whispering Pines
The bus rumbled up the dirt road, dust swirling like ghosts in its wake. As it pulled into the clearing, Camp Whispering Pines came into view: a cluster of rustic cabins surrounded by towering pine trees whose branches seemed to whisper secrets to one another in the wind. It was the first day of the summer session, and a group of teenage counselors hopped off the bus, eager but uneasy about the remoteness of the camp.
By V-Ink Stories6 months ago in Fiction
The Cost of a Wandering Heart
In the vibrant South Asian diaspora communities of America, where the aroma of cumin and cardamom wafts from family kitchens and weddings are grand celebrations of tradition, love is both a promise and a test. Here, family is the backbone of identity, honor is fiercely guarded, and marriage is a sacred bond woven with expectations of loyalty and sacrifice. Yet, beneath the surface of these tight-knit enclaves, where aunties gossip over chai and elders pass down stories of resilience, individual desires clash with collective duty. As an American writer, I’ve always been captivated by how these communities balance tradition with the pull of modern dreams. This is the story of Zain, Ayesha, and a love that burned too brightly to last—a tale that broke my heart as I wrote it.
By Shakespeare Jr6 months ago in Fiction
The Woman Who Only Exists at Night
The best part of Elias Thorne’s day was closing his eyes. It wasn’t about escaping the beige cubicle, the lukewarm coffee, or the silent, one-bedroom apartment that echoed with his own solitude. It was about going home. Home, to Clara.
By Zoya Rehman6 months ago in Fiction
Lost in Prague
Lost in Prague Written by shah Zai “It was supposed to be just a weekend trip.” That’s what Arman kept telling himself as he stood under the faded green dome of Prague’s main train station, holding a dead phone and a crumpled city map. He had wandered too far from his hostel, and now—somewhere between the Old Town Square and the Vltava River—he was completely, utterly lost.
By Moonlit Letters6 months ago in Fiction
Haunted Highway
Rain hammered the windshield as Ramona gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles ached. With her windshield wipers broken, she struggled to keep the car on course through the heavy downpour, which barely cleared the thick veil of water blurring her view. Thunder roared overhead, rattling the windows of her little Hyundai.
By Tennessee Garbage6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Librarian of Babel
The streets were silent, save for the hum of surveillance drones gliding above the crowd, their mechanical eyes scanning every face below. Posters with bold red letters plastered the walls: KNOWLEDGE IS DANGEROUS. FORGET THE PAST. LIVE FOR THE FUTURE.
By Sting Stories6 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror Doesn't Lie📖. AI-Generated.
It started with the mirror. Maya had just moved into her new apartment—a tiny, creaky studio in a rundown building downtown. The place came fully furnished, including an old mirror nailed to the bathroom wall. The landlord told her it was “impossible to remove” and laughed nervously, saying, “It’s been there longer than the plumbing.”
By ElaheMindStories6 months ago in Fiction
The Island of No Signal
The Island of No Signal Written by Mirza It was supposed to be their escape. Maya and Ibrahim had been planning the trip for months. Both in their late twenties, they worked corporate jobs in Berlin and had grown tired of city noise and screens. They found an Airbnb listing for a secluded stone cottage on a private Croatian island—Otok Mrak, which translated eerily to “Island of Darkness.” But the photos looked serene: turquoise water, wild olive trees, and a promise of “complete disconnection.”
By Moonlit Letters6 months ago in Fiction
