Thriller

The Story of the Dead
It has been eight years since my best friend passed away. Leaving the world at the mere age of twenty-two was indeed a bitter pill to swallow. But I guess it's always like this in our profession. I am Jasy Williams, and this is *The Story of the Dead.*
By Bossabout a year ago in Chapters
100 Years Life in Solitude and Happiness. Content Warning.
He turned to the first page of the book, the letters were blurred, and the writing was strange. "Like it was written in blood."
By Karan w. about a year ago in Chapters
100 Years Life in Solitude and Happiness. Top Story - December 2024.
It was a charming and cleverly executed deception. "Which drowned Benjamin's dream world in the dark depths of the ocean." The world that he was living with opened his eyes and consciousness from his soul, but a storm of greed blew away everything.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Chapters
100 Years Life in Solitude and Happiness
Benjamin is a man with a white beard and deep wrinkles on his face. His white beard and wrinkles prove that he is as old as he looks. He also has some scratches on his face, which he might have gotten while walking in the dense forest.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Chapters
Raw thrill Before the End
One day, Peter was wandering through the forest as he usually did. Today, however, he walked much further into the forest, driven by a sudden curiosity. “Why not explore deeper into the woods?” he thought. He wanted to see what secrets lay hidden in the forest’s depths. "Does anyone live there? But who would live so deep in the forest?" he wondered to himself.
By Karan w. about a year ago in Chapters
The Marked Door
The massive iron door loomed before me, its intricate carvings shimmering faintly in the glow of the path behind me. The forest was unnervingly silent now, as if the trees themselves were holding their breath. My fingers trembled as I reached out, brushing against the cold, engraved surface.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Final Hour
The ticking of the pocket watch reverberated in my ears like a countdown to doom. The faint glow from its face lit my trembling hands as I stared up at the towering clocktower. The hands on the massive clock remained frozen at 3:00 AM, a haunting echo of the watch I clutched.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Clock Ticks
The ticking of the pocket watch was unnervingly loud in the silence of the forest. Each second felt like it carried a weight, pressing down on my chest. I stared at the watch, its hands moving steadily, counting down from an hour.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
Blood Fury Black Dagger Legacy
When you had everything in the world, it never dawned on you that there were chances to miss. Opportunities that were only temporary. Dreams that could not be fulfilled.
By denizan Lawyerabout a year ago in Chapters
Rules of the Game
The taxi sped down the empty road, the hum of its engine blending with the rhythmic pounding of my heart. The driver said nothing, his face illuminated only by the dashboard lights. His expression was unreadable, but his presence was suffocating.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
A Game Begins
After that night, things were far from normal. The keychain and note haunted me, a constant reminder that the nightmare wasn’t over. I kept it hidden in my drawer, but every time I opened it, the words “Round two coming soon” seemed to taunt me.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters
The Return of the Nightmare
Weeks passed, and the memory of the prank faded into the background. Life went back to its mundane rhythm—school, home, extra classes—but every so often, I’d glance over my shoulder, half-expecting to see that weathered taxi or the eerie driver lurking nearby.
By Chamuditha Appuhamyabout a year ago in Chapters