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The Man in the Shadows
Back in town, Paul called in favors—federal contacts, one trustworthy U.S. Marshal. Michael’s statement was recorded. Evidence from the journal corroborated key details. It was enough to trigger an investigation. Michael was taken to a safe house to await the final outcome.
By Loretta Emmons8 months ago in Fiction
The Widow’s Watch – Chapter Two
The following evening, Jonah found himself once again standing at the base of Greystone Manor. The ivy-clad tower loomed above, its silhouette bleeding into the graying sky. He didn’t know what drew him back—curiosity, guilt, or something unspoken whispering through the wind.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
The Man in the Shadows
Lake Roscoe shimmered under the noon sun, framed by tall pines and the occasional call of a hawk overhead. It was beautiful—remote. A perfect place to vanish. Jessica’s chest tightened with every mile. Paul drove slowly now, careful not to kick up too much dust on the winding road. Neither of them spoke. The air between them was thick with anticipation.
By Loretta Emmons8 months ago in Fiction
Ashes of the Burned
When Aelia's village was reduced to ash by the Unitist Seekers, all that remained was silence—and her. The fire that consumed her home did not touch her skin, but it scarred her soul. Justice was preached as flames devoured her past. The Seekers called it divine cleansing. She called it annihilation.
By F. M. Rayaan8 months ago in Fiction
The Moon’s Chosen
The first time Kiran sleepwalked into the forest, he awoke beneath a silver-lit sky with no memory of how he got there. Before him stood an ancient shrine, half-sunken in earth, its marble kissed by moonlight and vine. He should have been afraid. But he wasn’t.
By F. M. Rayaan8 months ago in Fiction
The Widow’s Watch
Perched on the wind-beaten cliffs of Darnham Bay stood Greystone Manor, a crumbling Victorian estate known less for its grandeur and more for its sorrowful legend. At its highest point rose a narrow tower with a single arched window—locals called it the Widow’s Watch. And there, every evening at precisely 7:00 p.m., a figure in black was said to appear, peering out toward the sea.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
Inheritance: The Lost Prayer
The ruins of the monastery always whispered, but no one listened anymore. Toma did. He had grown up on their edges, sleeping under shattered stone arches and moss-covered saints whose faces time had erased. The villagers called him "beynaam" — the nameless. No parents, no lineage, just a boy who wandered too close to sacred ground.
By F. M. Rayaan8 months ago in Fiction
The Piper’s Song
The boy should have known something was wrong the moment he glanced back over his shoulder, but he was too tired and wary and afraid to register the truth. He followed the sound of the keening pipe. Its unfamiliar melody, absurdly cheerful, jarred him from the carnage. It filtered through the pores of his skin and infused him with the strength and warmth he needed to run through the icy clutches of winter.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
The Näkki’s Curse: A Haunting Legend from the Finnish Woods
Eldmere, Finland "Äiti, why can't we go into the woods again?" a small seven-year-old boy asks, voice curious, as he gets into bed. He pulls his covers over him as he lays down. The boy's mother gives him a small smile and helps him settle in. The moonlight casts a soft glow through the window.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
