Mystery

A Grave Concern
It was a Tuesday afternoon. The clock on the microwave read twelve o’clock. Outside, the clouds were darker than usual, and while there was no scorching sun that day, nor had the precipitation yet begun, there was still enough humidity to leave any person that wandered outside drenched in sweat.
By Jebus! 22 minutes ago in Fiction
The Sound of a Door That Never Opens
It begins with a sound no one else hears - the careful turning of a door handle in an empty hallway. What follows is not fear, but the quiet sense that something is waiting to begin.
By Lori A. A.about 4 hours ago in Fiction
A Knock At The Door
What do you do when there’s a knock at the door? Normally you will go and answer it, see who it is , invite them in or send them on their way. That’s what any normal person in a normal situation would do.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 6 hours ago in Fiction
The House With One Lamp On
A literary fiction short story about estrangement, memory, and returning to the edge of a beginning without resolution. By the time Mara turned onto Bishop Road, the rain had thinned to a silver mist, the kind that did not so much fall as hover, as though the sky had forgotten whether it meant to finish what it started.
By Flower InBloomabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
The perfect night
Giorgia didn’t really believe in first dates anymore. After so many disappointments, she had almost stopped using dating apps. But that night she made an exception.
By Gihan Mansoryabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
Hue and The Discovery of Manipo (Chapter 1). AI-Generated.
Being able to manipulate time — and slip into nearly any moment in history — comes with advantages so vast they’re almost impossible to rank. But two always rise to the top.
By Lorenzo Blandabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
Harbinger of Despair. Top Story - March 2026.
Who was he but just a man? To feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was no Atlas. Yet his bowed stance and tender neck suggested otherwise. It came to him in a dream: the absent stoking of an everlasting flame. A gnarled finger pointed towards an inevitable end, a sign that couldn't be ignorantly shaded; recurrence made sure of it. He didn't remember how long it had been going on; time didn't matter at this point. He just knew it was long enough to be petrified to fall asleep.
By James U. Rizziabout 16 hours ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Knew My Name
The night he discovered me, it was raining. Not the kind of gentle rain that is romantic in films. That bitter enraged sort that cuts in a flash through your coat, and leaves you feeling that the sky is out to convey to you something you are yet unprepared to know.
By StoryNestabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
American Uk Air Base a BurtonWood
Burtonwood and the Girls They Left Behind (My Story & Poem) RAF Burtonwood sat just outside Warrington, flat land stretching wide, with long concrete runways and massive hangars that seemed to swallow clouds. Opened in 1940, it was built for the war effort, but everything changed when the Americans arrived. By the mid-1940s, Burtonwood had become the largest U.S. air base in Europe, home to more than 18,000 American servicemen, bustling with the roar of engines and the endless hum of planes coming and going.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 24 hours ago in Fiction
DARK Shadow of 2026
March 2026 has become a defining moment in modern human history. For years, the world watched the simmering tensions between major powers as a series of diplomatic chess moves. But today, that peace has fractured. As we analyze the ongoing Iran-US conflict and the broader geopolitical shifts, it is clear that we are not just witnessing a war for territory, but a war for the future of global order. The headlines are dominated by military strikes and oil price surges, but beneath the surface lies a complex web of technology, economics, and human struggle that defines this era of chaos.
By Its_Shani a day ago in Fiction
Above From Below
Part One Beneath an unusually dark sky, a building in the middle of nowhere, West Texas, sits as it gets pelted by heavy rain mixed with hail. The warning systems at the National Weather Service were right, and the storm was developing into a supercell. It gave off strange atmospheric readings that kept the one person assigned to the observation post busy.
By The Man Behind The Maska day ago in Fiction
THE SILENT AFFAIR: A LOVE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
"They say some secrets are meant to be buried, but some secrets refuse to stay in the grave. In the winter of 1912, inside a locked drawer of a decaying mansion, a letter was found. It wasn't a letter of business or family. It was a letter of fire—a forbidden confession of a love that was never supposed to exist. A love that was as beautiful as it was lethal."
By Its_Shani a day ago in Fiction