MURCIDE

MURCIDE
by Dahmie

What an horrific sight that greeted the eyes of the police as the entered into the master bedroom to find 3 lifeless body in a pool of blood.

Storm of the Bastille Prison

Storm of the Bastille Prison
by Sarah Mitchell

MUST READ: Set in revolutionary France, this narrative is a compelling piece that explores the tension between freedom and imprisonment. While doing this it also delves into the moral dilemma facing those who fight blindly for what they believe in.

White Hell : Chapter 2

White Hell : Chapter 2

by Kazue Tsubasa

Chapter two of my previously posted novel. Summary posted along with prologue.

White Hell : Chapter One

White Hell : Chapter One
by Kazue Tsubasa

Chapter one of White hell. Check the prologue out too!

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Numb Pain

Numb Pain
by Dravench

How far can we endure pain?

Invisible

Invisible
by MahrukhAtif11

Chapter no # 1 :

"GET UP ,NOW". No not again . This cant happen ,I cant handle it anymore !...

Sleep Paralysis

Sleep Paralysis

by darthyamsus

Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? quite the scary experience no? I've had sleep paralysis countless times but the most memorable one was when i was in college, i don't remember anything after the experience, except being found on a lawn,...

A Murder

A Murder
by galaxypotato

There were a caring father who has three daughters who he truly loves. But one day, he had to go away for a job interview, so he called his sister to take care of his three daughters. Before the father went, he each kissed all of their foreheads...

The Food Preference

The Food Preference

by davidsinghforever

This was like a daily ritual. He would bring a new girl in the evening. He was six feet tall, barrel-chested, handsome man with hypnotic eyes. When he walked the thick, heavy wooden floor creaked under his weight. I was supposed to keep the place...

The Last Bullet of the Welshes

The Last Bullet of the Welshes
by Vinayak Dasgupta

The world seemed sinister all of a sudden. Travis Welsh walked down the crowded street, eyes open yet closed with a dark cloud over his head. He slowly touched his wrist. The blood stained handkerchief around it was still wet and soggy....