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For any form of fiction that primarily focuses on or uses elements of mystery and suspense.
Do NOT place horror in this folder.
Short stories and chapter stories are acceptable.
Death and Life by Voodoo by dbzgal04, literature
Literature
Death and Life by Voodoo
It was a bright, sunny day in Jacksonville, Florida. Just outside of the city, a small group of college students was taking a stroll on a trail through a forest. Then they decided to get closer to a stream just by the trail. There were a bunch of neat-looking plants by the stream the students wanted to check out. They were studying biology, and even though it was summer vacation the students wanted to continue studying plants and animals in their spare time.
All was going well, until one of the college students, Rick Thompson, slipped and fell into the stream. “Woo, way to go Rick!” cried out his friends; Sally Smith, B
It all starts with a boy wanting to please his dad. He had a knack for art, comics especially. His grades were par, but he was living the dream. “Drew,” his teachers would say, “You’re gonna put smiles on faces one day, and it won’t just be your characters either.” The encouragement was exactly what the boy needed, but it wasn’t from the desired source that he praised most.
Violent tirades from the man of the house took their toll on Drew. He lost his spark and went through an ugly metamorphosis. “You can’t support a family with that!” His father would roar before ripping a
The white haunting drifted slowly down the staircase that in truth was no longer there. Her presence was felt and its aura left an invisible trail. Wherever she drifted air became frigid, brittle and deadly cold. Hoar frost momentarily glazed her passage as down into the crypt she decended.
The ruins of her old home proved impossible to leave. In her eyes it still retained the illusion of past glories. Through the mists of time faded portraits of long dead ancestors could be seen. Even more disturbing was the outline of a speckled mirror in the ruins of the hallway. From time to time there was an image of a woman floating down the staircase.
Metamorphosis (Chapter 14) by The-Knight-Writer, literature
Literature
Metamorphosis (Chapter 14)
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, naked and looking at my body. It had been two days since dad had told me everything he’d been keeping from me, and yet it felt more like it had only been an hour ago. I gazed at myself, trying to come to terms with the fact that this body was permanent. The devils or witches, or whatever they had been that provided dad with the means to do this, had told him that they could do nothing to fix me. Despite this, in the deepest parts of my mind, I prayed for a miracle…something that could make me a boy again. However, those hopes could do nothing against the fear I felt.
I calmly put on a bra
Metamorphosis (Chapter 13) by The-Knight-Writer, literature
Literature
Metamorphosis (Chapter 13)
When the party finally came, I sat up in my room, only in my underwear. I hadn’t changed into my party dress that mom had gotten and I hadn’t come downstairs for anything. The note that I had found was sitting on my bedside table. I didn’t wanna show my parents yet because I had a plan on how to talk to them about it. I sat quietly, just readying myself. I looked at the dress hanging in my closet and got up from the bed to grab it. As I touched the silky fabric, I remembered the secrets mom and dad were keeping from me, and I felt an undying urge to rip of the garment. I breathed in and exhaled sharply, calming myself. I sli
Metamorphosis (Chapter 12) by The-Knight-Writer, literature
Literature
Metamorphosis (Chapter 12)
The day felt like it would never end. I constantly had to go to the bathroom and change the pad resting between my legs, and more than once I broke down and cried randomly. I couldn’t rationalize my actions…I had no idea what made me do these things or make me snap or scream in anger, sadness, or frustration. It was as if my emotions had been set loose and were running wild. I simply lay in bed, unwilling to move…unwilling to face the world in this state.
The afternoon wore on, and I finally felt the urge to change my pad again, but as I made my way to the bathroom, I stopped and looked at the box I had gotten earlier. I
Metamorphosis (Chapter 11) by The-Knight-Writer, literature
Literature
Metamorphosis (Chapter 11)
Pain…I was in so much pain! I rolled around in bed, clutching my stomach and naval, groaning. Mom and Dad had been furious at me for leaving without telling them yesterday…and so as punishment they sent me to bed immediately. I had stayed up late that night considering all that I had learned from Naomi. Who did Naomi like? Would I ever get the chance to earn her affection? At some point I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I was feeling awful pain.
“Bathroom…now!” I winced. I climbed out of bed and staggered into the bed, clutching my stomach. I reached down and pulled down my pants and un
Shadow of a Memory (part 1) by GabrielRaven, literature
Literature
Shadow of a Memory (part 1)
"Where am I?"
"Who am I?"
"What am I?"
These questions circled in my head like planets in orbit; constantly asking always wondering. Within the darkness that I live, it is all I hear it is all I ever think about. Yet, no answer came. I had no memory or recollection of anything. I know nothing about myself except for one crucial fact. One small piece of knowledge that haunted me to my very soul: I am alive.
"But why?" I wonder to myself. To be alive, one must have a reason to exist; a purpose. So what is my purpose? How am I to know? And the questions start again.
I have been asleep for so long. Everything is so dark I wo
Chapter 1 (A Blade in the Shadow) by GabrielRaven, literature
Literature
Chapter 1 (A Blade in the Shadow)
CHAPTER 1
A Blade in the Shadows
Sweat dripped down Marcus Turner's face. His eyes bulged and darted around the room, practically leaping at every shadow. His face was pale and his body twitched uncontrollably. His hands were cold and clammy, trembling while holding his pistol. His dark hair was slicked back and messed up. His two hired hands, who were much bigger and well built, were just as terrified as he was. The once infamous drug lord, Marcus "backhand" Turner, who had evaded the police, the court, and the law itself, was as frightened as a child in a thunderstorm; and with good reason
The hotel had seemed peaceful and quiet enough.