Mystery

A Basket Of Shadows. Top Story - November 2023.
Introduction The title is from a Polly Jean Harvey poem and Irene Adler is Elementary. This is a microfiction based on her character.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 days ago in Fiction
Why We Celebrate April Fools Day
Why We Celebrate April Fools Day Truth is, no one can point to one single moment and say, this is exactly where it began. The strongest story goes back to the 1500s, when France changed its calendar. The new year used to be celebrated at the end of March, leading into April. Then it was officially moved to January 1st.Not everyone caught on. Some people kept celebrating in April, either because they did not know, or they refused to change. And others began to mock them. They would send them on pointless errands, give fake gifts, play tricks, and laugh, calling them fools. “April fools.”
By George’s Girl 2026 5 days ago in Fiction
Imaginary Friend
Chastelin didn’t think she would fit into the small suburban neighborhood. It had given off a robotic hum of small town paradise. The kind of place where the smiles were just a little too wide, but never overly genuine. A place her wilder youth would have called a cult and yet here she was fitting right in.
By Amos Glade5 days ago in Fiction
She Thought It Was Just Another Night — Until Everything Changed
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By Dorothea Bautz-John5 days ago in Fiction
To Bob: A Testament of Affection
Hi... My name iz Brad. I'mma cloze friend to da groom... although, surprize surprize! big guy! <aside> He didn't know I waz cummin' t'day.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡5 days ago in Fiction
THE GILDER’S LEDGER
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By Alexander Burnside5 days ago in Fiction
He Texted Me After He Died
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By Farooq Hashmi5 days ago in Fiction
No Stone Unturned. AI-Generated.
The village had been silent since the day Ayaan disappeared. No clues, no witnesses—just a broken bicycle near the river. People whispered, then forgot, as years slowly passed.
By Waleed khan6 days ago in Fiction
The House That Rebuilds Itself
When Zain and his family moved into the old house, the agent gave them a strange warning. “If anything looks different in the morning,” he said, forcing a smile, “just… don’t question it.”
By Salman Writes6 days ago in Fiction
L'unico: part 5
That was all, I welcome the new employees, I hope you a good journey with us and thank you.That was the speech given by Mr Tommy Shine, a deep speech and a special face that marked and moved in a weird way the emotions of Jade and awakened some strange emotions in him, a face that he didn’t know will be a life changing face forever in the near future.
By el hariti adil6 days ago in Fiction
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 7 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 Brier7 days ago in Fiction