Mystery

The Weight of Blood - Part 2/2
She stood still. She hadn't jumped - and that terrified her. That's when she heard the laughter. She heard Javier stand up behind her and Celeste opened her eyes, not wanting to see what she feared she would.
By Liam Storm6 days ago in Fiction
Moonharbor
I sit on the cliff that hangs off of Moonharbor counting the stars. My mom is working late again like usual, and my dad passed away when I was young. After he passed I felt separate from the world. Like someone who watches the world instead of being part of it. I spend days wishing someone would sit beside me, watching the stars, just like me and my father used to. I feel the wind brush my cheek, and play with my hair. The salt of the ocean falls on my tongue, as the dark night silences all emotions. I watch the waves hit the rocks, and admire the moonlight reflecting off the water. I feel a heaviness in my chest, like a stone sitting on my ribs making it hard to breath as I sit with the stars as my only company. I notice the moon is lower than usual, that's strange but we are not too different both lonely in the dark of the night.
By Christian Sanchez7 days ago in Fiction
The Devil's Triangle . Top Story - February 2026.
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles7 days ago in Fiction
Only One Trail
Pain—nerve-singeing, burning pain. Darkness enveloped me, my lungs screaming from the effort to breathe while the tissues and ligaments refused cooperation.
By Alicia Anspaugh7 days ago in Fiction
The Brightness
By the time Cara reached her locker, the light had already arrived. It was rising through the floor in a slow, deliberate sheet, a pale brightness that behaved less like illumination and more like weather. Not harsh. Not blinding. Just there, pressing gently upward, filling the hallway from the ground like something patient and inevitable. It softened the edges of everything it touched. Lockers. Shoes. The thin layer of dust that never quite disappeared, no matter how often the cleaners came through.
By Emilie Turner7 days ago in Fiction
THE HYDROGEN ILLUSION: HOW NASA MISREAD THE SIGNALS FROM 3I/ATLAS
Sometimes, the most dangerous lies are the ones we tell ourselves to feel safe. In September 2025, NASA released an image that was supposed to end the debate. It was a spectral map of 3I/ATLAS, derived from the MAVEN mission orbiting Mars. The image was clean, comforting, and quiet. It showed the comet’s hydrogen emissions as "modest" and "diffuse." It painted a picture of a standard, icy visitor behaving exactly like the comets we have known for centuries. It was a masterclass in normalization. The data implicitly told the world: “Relax. It’s just a rock. It fits our models.” But five months later, that comfort has evaporated. New data has surfaced, and it proves that the September map wasn't just incomplete—it was fundamentally wrong. And now, at the precise moment when we need answers the most, a partial U.S. government shutdown has descended, drawing a veil of silence over the agency. The "Background" Mistake The error lies in what NASA chose to ignore. When the MAVEN team analyzed the ultraviolet spectrum, they saw a cloud of hydrogen. To make the data fit their models, they separated this hydrogen into three neat categories: hydrogen from Mars, hydrogen from the interplanetary background, and a "small contribution" from the comet itself. It was a convenient assumption. But recent observations from late 2025 and January 2026 have shattered it. We now know that the "background" hydrogen wasn't background noise at all. It was coming from 3I/ATLAS. The comet was hiding in plain sight, pumping out massive amounts of gas that scientists mistook for empty space. The object’s true output was vastly underestimated, meaning its internal engine is far more powerful—and unstable—than the official report admitted. The Velocity Anomaly Even more disturbing is the speed of the gas. The original September image showed hydrogen moving at slow, predictable speeds, consistent with water ice sublimating in the sun. But the new analysis shows a "broader velocity distribution." In plain English: something is launching gas off the surface of 3I/ATLAS at speeds that shouldn't be possible for a simple snowball. This suggests high-energy release processes. It hints that the comet isn't just made of water, but of "volatile species" and hydrogen-rich compounds that NASA’s thermal models never accounted for. NASA treated 3I/ATLAS as a steady, dying flashlight. In reality, it is a strobe light, flickering with a violent, time-variable rhythm that we are only just beginning to see. The Shutdown Silence Timing is everything in comedy and catastrophe. Just as this realization is dawning on the scientific community, the lights have gone out in Washington. As of February 1, 2026, the U.S. government is operating under a partial shutdown. While the satellites are still flying, the "non-essential" work—the analysis, the public communication, the peer reviews—has been deprioritized. History tells us that shutdowns slow down the truth. Data releases get delayed. Transparency vanishes. We are now in a situation where an interstellar object is evolving rapidly, challenging every assumption we made, and the agency responsible for watching it is operating with one hand tied behind its back. The September image was a mistake born of haste. The danger now is a silence born of bureaucracy. The Proxy for Danger Why does it matter if NASA got a hydrogen map wrong? Why should the average person care about "velocity distributions"? Because hydrogen is not just a gas. It is a proxy for structural integrity. Hydrogen emission is the speedometer of a comet's death. It tells us how fast the object is shedding mass, how porous its skin is, and how it reacts to heat. By underestimating the hydrogen output, NASA didn't just mess up a chart. They underestimated the volatility of the object itself. If 3I/ATLAS is losing mass faster than we thought, its trajectory could shift. Its rotation could destabilize. The "harmless visitor" model relies on the object remaining solid and predictable. But if the internal pressure is higher than the models predict, we aren't looking at a rock; we are looking at a pressurized vessel. The Jupiter Gamble: March 16 This miscalculation becomes terrifyingly relevant in just a few weeks. On March 16, 2026, 3I/ATLAS will brush past Jupiter. Jupiter is the bully of the solar system. Its gravity tears weak objects apart. If NASA’s early models were wrong—if the object is structurally weaker or more active than the September image suggested—the encounter with Jupiter could be catastrophic. Jupiter’s gravity can amplify microscopic fractures. It can alter the object's rotation state, turning a stable spin into a chaotic tumble. And if our risk assessment was based on the "modest" hydrogen data of 2025, then our predictions for March 2026 are built on sand. We are sending our probes to watch an event that might unfold very differently than the script says. The Blindfold of Bureaucracy The tragedy is that we should be watching 3I/ATLAS with every eye we have right now. Instead, the partial government shutdown has put a blindfold on our best scientists. While essential operations continue, the collaborative engine of science has stalled. The cross-agency meetings, the rapid data sharing, the public transparency—these are the first casualties of a funding lapse. We are watching a "rapidly evolving interstellar object" through the lens of a bureaucracy that is currently struggling to keep the lights on. The Lesson of the Void The story of the September hydrogen map is not just about bad data. It is a warning about normalization. We are so desperate to fit the unknown into boxes we understand. We wanted 3I/ATLAS to be a normal comet. We wanted the hydrogen to be "background noise." We wanted the physics to be familiar. But the universe does not care about our comfort zones. It does not care about our budget negotiations. The September image was a sedative. It lulled us into thinking we understood the stranger. Now, as the data changes and the silence from Washington grows, we are realizing that the stranger was never what we thought it was. And the next time we look up, we might find that the "background noise" has become the main event. Space does not pause for politics. And right now, 3I/ATLAS is moving faster than the paperwork can keep up.
By Wellova 7 days ago in Fiction
The Mastermind
They called him, Mr. Mastermind. His duties were simple, he was to visit different places around the world and deliver his message, of his Master Plan.
By Susan Payton7 days ago in Fiction
The Weight of Blood - Part 1/2
“We know it's one of you.” The nameless guard's voice cut through the stale air of the dark cavern seconds after storming into the underground tavern. He wore a traditional black long coat with dark green zigzag patterns running vertically, as was custom for a Solazor Guard, but with three dark brown lapels on his right shoulder marking him as the Captain.
By Liam Storm8 days ago in Fiction
The Quiet House on Elm Street
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 8 days ago in Fiction
TCoE: Climb
A scoff erupted from above. "You'll never make it," a man's ragged voice sneered. A twelve-year-old boy with messy dark hair and tan skin pulled his brown eyes from the parchment in his shaking hands. The sharp, resentful words cut his heart, leaving it frozen and gradually draining. The skinny lad was a bit taken aback by the stranger's harshness, but he mentally fought hard to brush it off. After a few moments, the bitter man who taunted the boy removed the hood of his cloak to reveal a scarred face. The man had wrinkly, tanned skin and long, dark hair.
By Mel E. Furnish8 days ago in Fiction
Pastel Nightmare
The Johnsons were the quintessential suburban family. Laura, her husband Mark, and their two kids, Ellie and Ben, loved going all out for the holidays. Easter was no exception. Pastel-colored eggs, garlands, and bunny decorations adorned their home every year, but this time, Laura wanted to make it extra special.
By V-Ink Stories9 days ago in Fiction
The Burrow
The Thompsons had planned their Easter weekend months in advance. A family camping trip seemed like the perfect escape from the monotony of suburbia, a chance to bond over s’mores and nature hikes. The secluded Maplewood Campground, nestled deep in the woods, promised tranquility and picturesque views. They had no idea what awaited them beneath the ground.
By V-Ink Stories9 days ago in Fiction