Mystery

Home for the Holidys
Snow blanketed the winding road as Nora drove toward the old family estate, her hands tight on the wheel. She hadn’t been home in years, not since the screaming fights and slammed doors that marked her departure. But her mother’s voice on the phone—quivering, pleading—had cut through her resolve.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
The Awakening
“Hello?” "Good. You’re awake.” “Where am I?” “You’re safe.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only answer that's needed.”
By Emilie Turner2 months ago in Fiction
From Beyond Our Sky What Is it
From Beyond Our Sky What Is It This image has been circulating online, and it immediately pulls you in. That long, cigar shaped object drifting silently through space doesn’t look like the comets we grew up seeing in books or documentaries. According to what’s being shared, it’s known as 3I or ATLAS, an interstellar object making a close pass by Earth, and scientists say it has already pushed them to rethink what they believed about comets in a very short space of time.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 24
Queen Finyellë yelled. “Do not panic!” It was too late. After the avalanche of rocks had enclosed the fairy villagers, the caverns of Mem echoed with wails of their hysteria.
By Rowan Finley 2 months ago in Fiction
The House That Copies You
Far away from the busy city, hidden between silent mountains and thick trees, stood an abandoned mansion no one dared to visit after sunset. The locals never spoke about it openly. When they did, their voices dropped to whispers. They said the house was not empty. It watched. It listened. And most terrifying of all, it remembered people.
By Anas Khan2 months ago in Fiction
DECODING THE MAN FROM A NON-EXISTENT COUNTRY
On a summer day in Oia in 1954, at Haneda International Airport in Tokyo, Japan, passengers streamed through passport control. Everything seemed normal until a middle-aged, well-dressed man approached the immigration counter. Customs officers examined his thick passport, and suddenly, an eerie silence fell. The passport appeared valid, containing visa stamps from numerous countries, but there was one inconsistency. It was issued by a country called Taured, a nation that didn't exist on Earth.
By HieuDinh2 months ago in Fiction
Milk and cookies . Content Warning.
The thing about Christmas Eve is that it always smells the same. No matter where you are—apartment, house, shelter, hospital—the air carries that faint mixture of pine, sugar, and old heat. Even places that haven’t seen a tree in years seem to remember the scent. Like muscle memory. Like guilt.
By E. hasan2 months ago in Fiction
Hiding Secrets
Step One: Name It Do not call it what it is. Names have power. Names have edges. Call it something else. Say it softly until you believe it.
By Emilie Turner2 months ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 23
Larkin was restless. He tossed and turned in his bed. Cotton and Bry had both fallen asleep very quickly. Bry had grown very accustomed to snuggling up close to Cotton’s woolly albino fur. Indeed, it felt as an extravagant blanket. Cotton felt calmer than he’d ever felt in the last several days in the presence of the merfarie children.
By Rowan Finley 2 months ago in Fiction
Through the Wreckage: Voices of Train Survivors:. AI-Generated.
It was supposed to be a routine journey. Passengers boarded the train with everyday hopes—students carrying books, workers clutching lunchboxes, families sharing quiet conversations. The rhythmic sound of wheels against the tracks promised safety, familiarity, and progress. Yet within moments, that rhythm shattered into chaos.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Vanished at the Bus Stop:. AI-Generated.
It was just another midnight at the bus stop. The air was heavy with the scent of rain, the streetlight above flickered as if struggling to stay alive, and the crowd around me seemed as ordinary as ever. Students with backpacks, office workers scrolling through their phones, and a few faces staring blankly into the distance. Nothing in that moment suggested it would turn into a story I would never forget.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Patient: A Voice Buried in Shadows... AI-Generated.
The first time I saw her, she was sitting in the corner of the psychiatric ward, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her eyes fixed on something invisible beyond the barred window. Alicia Berenson had not spoken a single word since the night she shot her husband.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction