Mystery
The Prince
I am always fascinated by myths and fairy tales of different nations as they reflect the people's important memories and cultural beliefs. Since I am in Georgia-Sakartvelo now, I wanted to present a marque fairy tale from this land, rich in ancient oral and folk tradition.
By Lana V Lynx12 days ago in Fiction
Everyone Had a Number Above Their Head… Except Me
The first time I noticed it, I thought I was tired. It was a Monday morning, the kind that drags itself into your bones before your alarm even rings. I was standing in a crowded bus, sweat sticking to my back, when I looked up and saw it.
By Millicent Chisom12 days ago in Fiction
Above From Below: Part 3
Above From Below Part I, Part 2 Rick needed a drink, and Mac’s place was as secure as anywhere he and the mysterious Major Kohl could have some privacy and get out of the rain. There was a commitment in her eyes. She had a purpose for being there. Rick needed to know what was so important that she’d hunt him down to tell it to him instead of appearing at the office. They clearly had to have been watching for him to leave the building.
By Jason Morton13 days ago in Fiction
The Malfunctioning Time Machine Part One. Content Warning.
PART ONE The Malfunctioning Time Machine Opening Prose: When the Marble Remembered the Century The revolving doors exhaled her into the lobby like a secret the building had been holding too long.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 13 days ago in Fiction
The Disappeared Pianist. AI-Generated.
Detective Sarah Chen stared at the empty concert hall, her neural implant throbbing with phantom pain. The Vienna Philharmonic had performed here last night—she remembered the reviews, the social media buzz, the standing ovation. But when she pulled up the footage, the stage showed only an orchestra minus one crucial element: no pianist.
By Alpha Cortex13 days ago in Fiction
The Twin in the Closet
Ever since the accident, life has been a little strange. Mom barely leaves her room, and Dad barely ever comes home from work. I guess it's normal for everyone to handle their grief in different ways. The problem is, I can't tell them that no one needs to grieve. Six months ago, it was my twin's and my 17th birthday, and we were on our way home from a party, and our car crashed into a tree.
By Brooke Moran13 days ago in Fiction
Far From Home. Honorable Mention in Something Is Beginning, I Think Challenge.
Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again. As it had so many times, the narrow drive threaded before me, tracing its way through white-armed beeches and squat oaks. Monstrous hydrangeas had towered about me, this time in bloom, their blue eyes widened in amazement at my presence, taunting me, finding me wanting. And why would they not? The last time that they had gazed at me, I had been a broken child, frightened at the memory of a dead woman, desperately seeking warmth, even love from the man who had killed her.
By Kimberly J Egan13 days ago in Fiction
Through And Beyond Smoke
If it’s one thing Jyllmon hates, is driving through the road in extreme darkness. To him, it felt like a horror movie where he had no idea what’s to come. It could be a random deer dashing through the streets, or a helpless woman being chased through the woods, or just simply a broken down car.
By Devond Devoe13 days ago in Fiction
The Tragic Tale of Jedfrey Mulligan. Content Warning.
Jedfrey Mulligan stood 6’8’’ in his stocking feet and weighed a good 280 pounds on a good day. Once he won a race at the county fair, running a quarter mile - it was a horse race. The county fair discontinued the eating contests, as did each of the towns all around, because he could outeat anyone within 250 miles. He could lay a man out flat with one swing from his mighty left fist and perform a hundred-fifty pull-ups with his right arm. He could lift a wagon and change the wheel and axle without aid, and once lifted his neighbor's ox and carried it home, over two miles away.
By Mother Combs13 days ago in Fiction
