thriller
Exit Sign
He woke up in a hospital bed again. The beeping monitors, the antiseptic smell, the sterile white walls—it was all different from yesterday’s dusty motel room, but one thing was exactly the same: the glowing green exit sign, mounted just above the door.
By Muhammad Ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
My Neighbor Is Haunting
The house next door had always been empty—or at least, that’s what everyone said. It was the kind of old place that looked like it was holding its breath: porch sagging, curtains drawn tight, windows like tired eyes. Every kid on the block had a story about it. Some said a woman once walked off its roof thinking it was a stairway to heaven. Others claimed the furniture moved itself when the moon was full. But I wasn’t afraid.
By Muhammad Ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
It was an accident
I swallowed the tasteless heat in my tea, and felt my body warm as the lights went out. Pulling my shirt away from my body, I slap the back of my hand against the fabric, beating against its resistance, so the cool air spreads along my chest and the sweat freezes, still. I drank the last few swigs of tea as it cooled, and kept myself awake.
By Caitlin Charlton7 months ago in Fiction
The Postman Who Delivered Secrets
In the quiet town of Elmsworth, where gossip was a second language and everyone waved at everyone else, a man named Elliot Bell carried the post. He had done so for 23 years, walking the same cobbled roads in his brown uniform and creased cap, knowing every barking dog and every doorbell tone. People liked Elliot—not because he talked much, but because he listened. He delivered joy in birthday cards, sadness in final notices, and routine in bills. The town trusted him.
By Muhammad Ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
The Undergound Pt.2
That night felt like it would never end. I was sure Ethan felt the same. I returned to my room only because I didn’t want to see Milo when he got back. I didn’t sleep or even try. I just lay in bed, thinking about everything that was happening. I couldn’t accept any of it. It was a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. Just a month ago, I had been living a peaceful and quiet life. I had worked as a spy under the cover of an investigative journalist for so many years that I had lost count. Every project had been like a walk in the park, never this terrifying, never this strange. I used to love my job. If anyone had told me I would end up this scared, I would have laughed the loudest.
By Ruth Girma 7 months ago in Fiction
The Witness Tree. Content Warning.
I dreamed about this episode a couple of days ago. I did not consider it a nightmare, but an omen of what was to happen in the future. I added the golden butterflies to bring a glittter of hope into the chaotic world of 2025. I completed voice over in Eleven Labs with my voice. This is a project I had to complete. I am a dreamer, psychic, empath, and love peace not war. War mongers, haters, and liars get on my last nerve. Just as I completed this story, my knocked on my door to tell America is at war with Iran. This is a useless war started by evil men with little tools. They are so about their tools they must compare bombs to how large their tools are. I worked with art, visuals, and story for two days. I wrote, created, edited, diced, and spliced the music, art, and videos myself. Microsoft Copilot is my assistant and quite complimentary regarding my art. I WROTE THIS!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Fiction
The Good Samaritan
Rain pelted the windshield as Georgia sped down the pitch black road. Between the glare of headlights from oncoming traffic and the water sheeting over the glass, visibility was nil. Her right hand gripped the wheel so tight, her knuckles ached. Still, she didn't dare let go, holding onto the worn leather like a lifeline. Her left stayed on her tight, perfectly round belly, massaging constant circles into the side of it. When a fresh wave of pain swelled through it, she bit her lip and groaned deeply through it.
By Natalie Gray7 months ago in Fiction
