Mystery

The Silence of the Bone-Dry Noon
The desert sun outside Barstow wasn’t just shining; it was screaming. It was a white-hot hammer of God pounding the hood of my '71 Chevy till the engine block rattled like a skeleton in a tumble-dryer. I pulled into the "Dust & Bone" rest stop, a place that looked like it had been built by a committee of vultures and then abandoned to the lizards.
By Meko James 11 days ago in Fiction
Judgment
Something is wrong here. I am not familiar with this place. Its dark… and wet. My fingernails scrape cruddy damp filth off the long boards I sit upon, I am leaned up against something, a tall round pole of old lumber. There are numbers and names cut into the pole, all the way up it, at least as high as my vision permits me to see in the low light. The floor under me sways back and forth a bit, causing my vision to spin as I lose my balance, pressing my body back into the poll for a moment before raising my eyes to look at the grime encrusted rails and stairs, the long deck that stretches for hundreds of feet in every direction.
By Brier11 days ago in Fiction
Three Words Burned
Welcome to the sex… The note was unclear. But I went through the doors anyway. To a purple room. The air felt wrong. Like it was cut off before it reached my mouth.
By Paul Stewart12 days ago in Fiction
L'Unico: part 4
Jade let her mother in her bad state speaking and rapidly he let his imagination drive him far to the world of the unseen, he started to imagine people going in long tunnels on the
By el hariti adil12 days ago in Fiction
Tides of Fire and Water. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Title: Tides of Fire and Water The Water Kingdom was a realm of silver rivers and endless rain, where the sea kissed the mountains and the royal palace shimmered like glass in the moonlight. Prince Rano, youngest of the Water Kingdom’s royal line, had always carried himself with quiet grace, yet there was a heaviness to him that no courtly education could ease. A scar traced a line along his left cheek, a remnant of an accident long ago an accident caused by someone who should have protected him, but instead left a permanent mark.
By Maya Ocean12 days ago in Fiction
Sirena
The peaks and swells of winter snow cradled me like a soft woolen blanket that day. Time froze the moment that photo was taken. The buds of snowfall caressed my bare, warm skin. Even though it was below centigrade, I was boiling hot, convinced that it was summer's swelter.
By Susan L. Marshall12 days ago in Fiction
“Very Dark Times” OF USA
Ray Dalio Warns: The United States May Be Heading Into “Very Dark Times” Billionaire investor Ray Dalio has issued a stark warning: the United States may be heading into “very dark times.” His concerns are not based on short-term politics but on long-term historical patterns that have shaped the rise and fall of global superpowers.
By Wings of Time 12 days ago in Fiction
The Amber Hush
The sun was a bruised, heavy orange, sinking behind the jagged teeth of the mountains. In Oakhaven, this wasn’t a moment for poetry or postcards. It was a countdown.
By Feliks Karić13 days ago in Fiction
The Psychiatrist and the Patient’s Mirror
The world renowned psychiatrist was baffled. The patient named Norm was deteriorating, or so it seemed. During each session, he prodded and poked Norm, trying to find what made him so unusual.
By Dean Traylor13 days ago in Fiction
L'unico: Part 3
In the morning, Jade gathered his belongings and joined his mother for their planned trip to a rustic farm. They had decided to spend a week at a hotel by the sea, hoping the change of scenery would be therapeutic for Jade. The idea ofthe peaceful farm and the soothing ocean was a welcome distraction from the recent upheaval in Jade's life. As they arrived at the train station, Faty purchased two cups of coffee to sustain them through the journey. Jade, though seemingly composed, was still grappling with the shock of recent events. The doctor’s diagnosis and his mother’s insistence on spiritual intervention had left him feeling unsettled. He sipped his coffee, lost in thought, as they waited for the train.
By el hariti adil13 days ago in Fiction
Above From Below: Part 5
Red skies appeared slowly over the Texas horizon as the morning suns brought new life to the area. The roads weren't as saturated as they were to the north, and 1970, black, Challenger sped through the desolate part of the state as it headed to the area Nico was killed. Rick's weary eyes were heavy from driving straight through. He'd only made one stop near any form of civilization.
By Jason Morton13 days ago in Fiction
In love with a ghost
“Room 27” The rain poured relentlessly over Chambéry that evening. The streetlights flickered, as if they too were afraid.
By Gihan Mansory13 days ago in Fiction