Mystery
Midnight Bus
The bus doors opened with a long metallic sigh, even though no one had pressed the stop button. For a moment, I stood on the empty sidewalk wondering if I had imagined it. The streetlights flickered softly above me, and the road stretched into darkness like an unanswered question. I had been waiting for nearly thirty minutes, and the city around me had already fallen asleep.
By Vocal Member about 2 hours ago in Fiction
Above From Below Part 6
Dragging in Major Kohl had not been in the plan, but he was unsure why she'd bothered to find him in Texas. This wasn't her fight, and Nico wasn't her brother. In Rick Steele's distrustful mind, something about the Major turning on her command, and against the country, by sharing the truth with him, didn't sit well. As he hadn't stared a gift horse in the mouth, Major Kohl's revelations about Nico's accident were a blessing, but to Rick, it wasn't that simple.
By Jason Mortonabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
The Lower Shelf
The Lower Shelf by luccian.layth An old bookstore on a street he won't remember the name of. Ghaith pulls a book from the bottom shelf, wipes the dust with his finger without meaning to. A woman stands nearby reading upright, as though standing is part of the act.
By LUCCIAN LAYTHabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
Magatha Crispy #2: The Parish Poisoning. Content Warning.
Instalment 1 The church fête at St. Michael's was exactly the sort of event Magatha Crispy usually avoided: bunting, homemade jam, and the unmistakable scent of competitive charity. But Constable Whimp had phoned that morning with tremble in his voice, and now she stood at the edge of the village green, watching paramedics load a body into an ambulance.
By Stephen Harrison2 days ago in Fiction
The Train That Never Stops
There was something about the silence of empty stations that gnawed at him. The flickering fluorescent lights, the echo of his footsteps on long, deserted platforms, the way shadows seemed to stretch unnaturally across tiled floors—it all felt wrong. The night belonged to things unseen, and Arman had always believed that traveling through it was an invitation to meet them.
By Salman Writes3 days ago in Fiction
The Darkest Side Of The Moon,
The Darkest Side Of The Moon, There was never anything comforting about the moon after that night. People look up and see something distant, something quiet, but they only ever see the part that allows itself to be seen. No one talks about the other side, the part that never turns, the part that keeps itself hidden. I did not think about it either, not until it found its way into my life without asking.
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Fiction
Magic - Chapter Two
Author's note: Today, my stream of consciousness flows easily without having to think through the story. Therefore, I am letting my subconscious do the work. I am writing this after writing the following, which you will soon read, and I want to mention that everything I have written so far is purely from my subconscious mind. I have not planned the plot, especially what will happen in today's chapter; you will wonder if I have planned this particular incident. The answer is 'No, I have not'. To be honest, it just came into my mind rather abruptly as I was writing, and that's how the subconscious usually works. I hope you understand what I am saying. If you don't, I recommend you read the book The Power of Your Subconscious Mind by Joseph Murphy.
By Denise Larkin3 days ago in Fiction
My Ex Keeps Showing Up in Photos
My ex and I broke up three weeks before Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t mutual. It was the kind of breakup where things get thrown, voices get loud, and the last thing he says before leaving is something that sticks in your head long after the door slams.
By V-Ink Stories3 days ago in Fiction
Above From Below Part 5
Rick was dressed and ready to go, after a much needed rest at a local hotel. It was one of those cash by the hour joints, or by the week, as the case was. It served Rick well enough since it had a shower, a toilet, and a sink with running water. There was an ice machine at the end of the structure, and across the street was a greasy diner. Overall, he'd been forced to spend time in worse placed than this.
By Jason Morton4 days ago in Fiction
