Mystery

THE CHANGE
The first thing that changed was so small it almost seemed like a mistake. Erica noticed it while rinsing a glass, the water running louder than it should have, or maybe thinner, as if it had somewhere else to be. She turned the faucet off and on again, testing it, but the sound didn’t return to what she thought it had been. It stayed slightly off, like a word pronounced almost correctly.
By Pamela Dirrabout an hour ago in Fiction
Painful Lucid Dream?
Something is beginning, I think. Is it a song breaking out from my lungs? A scream? A chest pain busting my ribs? Or nothing, really? Oh no, it is something. It makes me ache. But what is it?
By Lana V Lynxabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Before It Settles
It started before I noticed it. That’s the part I keep returning to—not the moment itself, but the idea that there must have been one, somewhere behind me, already passed. A shift too small to name at the time. A sentence half-spoken. A decision not fully made.
By Melissa about 9 hours ago in Fiction
A Grave Concern
It was a Tuesday afternoon. The clock on the microwave read twelve o’clock. Outside, the clouds were darker than usual, and while there was no scorching sun that day, nor had the precipitation yet begun, there was still enough humidity to leave any person that wandered outside drenched in sweat.
By Jebus! about 12 hours ago in Fiction
The Sound of a Door That Never Opens
It begins with a sound no one else hears - the careful turning of a door handle in an empty hallway. What follows is not fear, but the quiet sense that something is waiting to begin.
By Lori A. A.about 16 hours ago in Fiction
A Knock At The Door
What do you do when there’s a knock at the door? Normally you will go and answer it, see who it is , invite them in or send them on their way. That’s what any normal person in a normal situation would do.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 18 hours ago in Fiction
The House With One Lamp On
A literary fiction short story about estrangement, memory, and returning to the edge of a beginning without resolution. By the time Mara turned onto Bishop Road, the rain had thinned to a silver mist, the kind that did not so much fall as hover, as though the sky had forgotten whether it meant to finish what it started.
By Flower InBloomabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
The perfect night
Giorgia didn’t really believe in first dates anymore. After so many disappointments, she had almost stopped using dating apps. But that night she made an exception.
By Gihan Mansoryabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
Hue and The Discovery of Manipo (Chapter 1). AI-Generated.
Being able to manipulate time — and slip into nearly any moment in history — comes with advantages so vast they’re almost impossible to rank. But two always rise to the top.
By Lorenzo Blanda day ago in Fiction
Harbinger of Despair. Top Story - March 2026.
Who was he but just a man? To feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was no Atlas. Yet his bowed stance and tender neck suggested otherwise. It came to him in a dream: the absent stoking of an everlasting flame. A gnarled finger pointed towards an inevitable end, a sign that couldn't be ignorantly shaded; recurrence made sure of it. He didn't remember how long it had been going on; time didn't matter at this point. He just knew it was long enough to be petrified to fall asleep.
By James U. Rizzia day ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Knew My Name
The night he discovered me, it was raining. Not the kind of gentle rain that is romantic in films. That bitter enraged sort that cuts in a flash through your coat, and leaves you feeling that the sky is out to convey to you something you are yet unprepared to know.
By StoryNesta day ago in Fiction
American Uk Air Base a BurtonWood
Burtonwood and the Girls They Left Behind (My Story & Poem) RAF Burtonwood sat just outside Warrington, flat land stretching wide, with long concrete runways and massive hangars that seemed to swallow clouds. Opened in 1940, it was built for the war effort, but everything changed when the Americans arrived. By the mid-1940s, Burtonwood had become the largest U.S. air base in Europe, home to more than 18,000 American servicemen, bustling with the roar of engines and the endless hum of planes coming and going.
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Fiction