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"Secrets of the Mystery Gully"
chapter 1 :The Prophecy Unveiled The sun hung low not too far off, projecting a warm shine over the old city of Eldoria. Inside the consecrated lobbies of the Incomparable Library, researchers and copyists pored over dusty books, their eyes land with information and interest. Among them stood a figure, covered in a worn-out shroud, their eyes fixed on an endured material.
By home doctor2 years ago in Fiction
An Invisible Man: Facing Identity Challenges
An invisible man steals electricity, breaks bulbs, and lights, and hides in an underground place, where he listens to Louis Armstrong and writes about the story of his life. He is not invisible in the actual sense, but rather people don’t pay attention to him and ignore him.
By Libby Laraib2 years ago in Fiction
The Tunnel
I am trapped in a tunnel. I have no idea how the hell I got here, and, at this moment, I have no idea how the hell I'm going to get out. I've been down here for about four, maybe five days. My sense of self, and my sense of time have both seemingly vanished. The ceiling above me is a stone grey arch that's mounted down on both sides of the floor–the arch stretching about five metres in width. There's not much light, but the cracks in the walls let some of the sunlight in every now and again, so at least I can tell when night-time comes. Whether that light is from the sinking sun, or the rising moon, I'll never know. I have to keep moving, maybe five miles per day just to keep away from that rising shadow that keeps following me. I've travelled far enough now that I know there's probably no end to this tunnel in sight–there's still an endless run of that stone grey arch in front of me, it fades out near the end, where my eyes can't make out anymore. Then, behind me is all the length I've travelled, again it fades to black. I normally drop my now-empty water bottle with the nozzle pointing in the direction I am supposed to be walking the next day, just to remember where I'm going. The stone floors don't offer soil to make footprints in, only the beating sound of the steps or movements of whatever's after me, gaining on my trail.
By Annie Kapur2 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Love in the Shadows
In the secluded village of Raven's Hollow, where legends of the supernatural danced in the whispers of the wind, there unfolded an extraordinary love story. It was a tale that defied the boundaries of mortality and the ethereal world—a love story between the enchanting beauty, Isabella, and the tormented horror ghost, Lucius.
By Nithya shree 2 years ago in Fiction
A new type of zombie… Bloodletters
If you ever happen to be born in the world of Bexley’s post-apocalyptic nightmarish realm, you will find yourself smack dab in the middle of either domestic zombie paradise (especially if you're zombie elite) or sprinting for your very life. If you are not running, then as a human you must remain in your crowded bunkers and caves. To save your skin and your blood.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
Dead eyes. Top Story - October 2023. Content Warning.
The moment the wooden oak doors open I miss the safety of the Hallway. Miss the comfort of the tiny bench where all the anxious feelings for the next few moments were only thoughts weighing on my shoulders.
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Fiction
Unspoken Reality. Content Warning.
As Martin stood over Diane, looking deep into her eyes, he remembered back all those months ago to the first time they met. It was a charity gala that his company was invited to attend and as she was the chief of police, she was there to represent the department. Martin had always had a problem with these events, because he felt most attendees missed the point and were only in it to advantage their career and reputation. That was why he was initially reluctant to approach Diane. If it were not for her flowing golden-coloured locks that caught the light of the hall the event took place in as she mingled with the guests, he might not have bothered.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
