Mystery

Love letters
It started as something innocent, but it progressed over time. Always beautiful and sweet, though. It became part of my daily routine – every morning I’d check my mailbox, and there it would be: a love letter. The person who sent them remained nameless and seemed to deliver the letters themselves. The envelopes were blank. No stamp. No information about the sender.
By Minou J. Linde2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Voice Note
It was buried deep in my phone, inside a forgotten chat thread with a name I didn’t recognize. No profile picture. No status.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
Egg of the End
The excavation had been years in the making. Nestled deep within the sands of an isolated desert, the Temple of Aasha—the so-called “Womb of Eternity”—had long been a legend among archaeologists. Dr. Eleanor Voss and her team finally unearthed its secrets in the weeks leading up to Easter. At the heart of the temple lay the prize that would make history: an egg.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
Candy Curse
Easter was always the busiest season for Mathias Grayson, the famed chocolatier of the quaint town of Willowridge. His confections were renowned—velvety truffles, delicate pralines, and his pièce de résistance: intricately molded chocolate Easter eggs filled with hidden surprises. People came from miles around to buy his creations, enchanted by their taste and beauty.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
Case 23‑0812. Content Warning.
Form 20B Version 2 Coroners Act 2003 (sections 45, 51 and 97(2)) Coroner’s findings – suspected death and notice of completion of coronial investigation
By Carolyn Sternes2 months ago in Fiction
How Many Waves Reach the Shore in a Day
How Many Waves Reach the Shore in a Day I once wondered how many waves reach the shore in a single day. It wasn’t a scientific question. I wasn’t standing there with a notebook or a stopwatch. I was just watching the sea do what it has always done, arriving and leaving, arriving and leaving, without hesitation or memory. After a while the mind starts to wander, and it landed on that thought. How many times does this happen while we are busy elsewhere.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 months ago in Fiction
Before the Guns Went Silent
The winter of 1943 was the coldest Anna could remember. Snow covered the broken streets of her village like a white lie, hiding the scars left by bombs and boots. Every morning, she woke to the same sound—the distant thunder of guns reminding her that the war was still breathing, still hungry.
By moeez yousafzai2 months ago in Fiction
A Witness at this Stop. Top Story - February 2026.
The train stop lives in the heart of the city—a city whose name I don’t care to recall, as it does not care to recall me. There is a chill in the air, not consequential of the gentle breeze, but something more of a sensation, like goose bumps felt within.
By Belle2 months ago in Fiction
The Prophets of 2026
The Prophets of 2026 The world has always needed voices that look beyond the horizon. In different centuries and in different lands, Baba Vanga and Nostradamus became those voices. Both saw through the veil of time, each in their own language, each believing that the future was not fixed but waiting to be shaped by human choice. Their names are separated by five hundred years, yet their warnings for 2026 seem to echo one another as if history itself were repeating its lesson.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 months ago in Fiction
In Dark Trees
Introduction This is inspired by the image shared on Facebook by The Enchanted Booklet here: The music is "In Dark Trees" by Brian Eno.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Fiction
The Ghost Telegrams. Runner-Up in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
The excerpt below was discovered in the case files of Doctor Apis Tahuti, psychoanalyst, paranormal investigator, and head of the Department of Psychic Research at Miskatonic University. It is the final entry in a much larger file on The Carrington Event.
By C. Rommial Butler2 months ago in Fiction
The ghost of my past . Content Warning.
I stared at the letter right in front of me and could not begin to understand how it ended up in my apartment. How? I wondered.
By Minou J. Linde2 months ago in Fiction