Mystery
The House at the End of Hawthorn Lane
Gail Sullivan’s house sat like a sealed envelope at the end of Hawthorn Lane, addressed to no one and opened by none. The curtains never moved. The gate never creaked. After her husband died—suddenly, mysteriously—Gail withdrew behind the tall fence that ringed her property and never crossed it again. The neighborhood filled the silence with its own explanations. They said she had learned of his betrayal and answered it with precision, increasing the dosage of his daily medications until his heart complied. They noted her grief had sharpened into something dark.
By Anthony Chan28 days ago in Fiction
Gunshots at Meadow Brook Acres. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
"Is that the guy Ron, you are talking to?" "Yes, he is ordering, he must have fallen off the wagon. I haven't seen him for a long time. Cindy told me, he had moved back home and he had gotten clean."
By Gregory Payton29 days ago in Fiction
✈️ “The Island That Wasn’t on the Map”. AI-Generated.
The storm struck without warning. Flight 907 had been cruising smoothly over the Pacific when the lights flickered, the engines groaned, and a violent jolt threw passengers into panic. Before anyone could make sense of the chaos, the plane plunged downward, swallowed by black clouds and lightning that cracked like shattered glass.
By Sherin ABUMUSTAFA30 days ago in Fiction
What are we doing here?. Winner in Mismatch Challenge. Content Warning.
"Will you just talk to me?" Mark begged, as his ceiling fan completed lazy, insistent revolutions. He watched as a fly— he couldn’t say when it had arrived— performed small frantic circles in the air before settling on the nightstand beside him. It groomed its front legs. Such fastidiousness in something so fundamentally unclean.
By Sandor Szabo30 days ago in Fiction
