Mysteries Poem Novels & Stories

I despised them almost as much as I despised being woken up from my sleep, I rolled my eyes before looking over at Justin, Justin was a tall lanky guy, three years my junior and completely obsessed with murders. “Rush, it is an extremely high profile case and there’s a lot of second guessing going around, let’s face it the Hudson’s are not short of enemies. They’ve been crawling out from the shadows for some time now.” there was a brief pause where Justin and I gave each other a knowing look, only a person with our experience would know that a person who is missing, is a person of interest. “If a person has nothing to hide, why would they run?” I said to Justin while raising an arched eyebro

'The Iridescent Stars; mmh… Typical of tonight. Nneoma read the poem, her voice smooth and steady. I gaze up the night sky What meet my gaze? Myriads of shinning stars They shine like iridescent diamonds Diamonds of sublime beauty They twinkle and shine, twinkle and shine. Giving light to all nocturnal creatures The brilliant stars tell me Tales of life yonder They tell me of great meadows With yew trees, yew trees with amber Fruits, of azure rivers ever flowing Of golden fishes ever swimming

‘Outruns are numerous earthly affairs. The poem was from the World Universe! It was a famous poem by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty, ‘The Immortal Magpie Bridge’. The entire poem sounded as such. Deliberately made are drifting clouds. Comment by Ryan Lee: suggest to DB this poem incase there is a future reference Comment by Su Yi Lee: ok Dints of regrets lie in shooting stars. We travel in secret along the Milky-Way. When autumn’s breeze encounters a dew of jewels.

I wasn’t thirsty either—that I already forgot my pitcher inside Nickos’ room. Perhaps, I would not be able to sleep the whole night. Things were undeniably confusing me as I ambled inside my room and locked the door. I took off my robe and neatly returned it to my black mannequin. Letting my lampshade open, I sat at the center of the bed and tirelessly leaned my back on its cushy headboard. I was completely baffled, and I hated this feeling! Then, I just blankly stared at the ceiling. It seemed like my mind was traveling in a big puzzle, having the benefit of the doubt regarding my parents. It was hard to find the missing puzzle pieces when those were intentionally kept or hidden from me.

Yet, with each passing moment, the task seems more impossible than ever. My hands tremble as I pull another ancient tome from the towering stacks. An unwillingness to fail is the only thing pushing me forward. Each page brings a new mystery to solve, as anything written about the twilight is a riddle. I scrutinize every word and symbol in search of anything that resembles truth. I trace the faded ink with my fingertips, trying to absorb every ounce of knowledge I can to decipher the prophecy. "Come on," I whisper under my breath. "There has to be something here."

I let out. But I felt it. It wasn't once, nor was it twice. Was the moon goddess tricking me? Was it because of my crime she had made me feel what I shouldn't, especially towards someone I loathed?! "Miles," I murmured, panting. "Miles," I called again, as I didn't hear his response. But it was silent. "He's gone," I said. At least for now, I was going to have a respite. Noticing my calming breath and heartbeat, a confirmation that Miles had returned to his dwelling place. Perhaps it found something better to do, and that something better could only mean it was finding a way to taunt me again and force me to agree with him.

He smiled and said, “You don’t handle your alcohol well, yet you drank so much. “Drink some water and sober up.” I realized I had gotten drunk again. I glanced out the window. It was already evening, so I said, “I should go home.” Back at home, I took a shower and ate some snacks. I stared at the bottle of sleeping pills on my desk. After dreaming such absurd things again and again, it was natural to feel suspicious. That night, I did not take the medicine. As a result, I tossed and turned and could not sleep. Then I heard the sound of the door lock. I froze.

🎧Oh Mystical Night, Envelope me🎧 🎧In shadows dark, and secret free🎧 🎧I call upon the Ancient ones🎧 🎧To guide my path, Beneath the moon's soft throne🎧 *Sniff... Sniff... 🎧The forest whispers, Ancient truth reveals🎧 🎧The wind carries, Mystics whispers feels 🎧 🎧The stars above, A twinkling sea🎧 🎧Reflecting dreams yet to be🎧 🎧Oh mystical Night, Envelope me 🎧 🎧In the shadows dark,and secret free🎧

Hearing this, he was overjoyed and quickly said, “Nonsense, I never saw your poem.” “Winding paths with blossoms rare, Unseasoned scents fill the air. Pale maiden with the moon's embrace, Frost's grasp she can't efface. Hands outstretched, gifts to send, Parting sorrows never end. For whom do early blooms unfold? Why wait till the year is old? This is the poem I handed to you. I clearly saw you place it in that stack of books.” Miranda retorted, pointing directly at the stack of books on the right side of the desk.

THE MYSTERY ABOUT HIM 👤🌖 🔥🔥 . Historical, Mythological and Mystical. . Chapter 1🩸 . . 🦋 THE TATTOO 🦋 By Destiny Godfrey . . The rain was vehement. It beats the ground without mercy. Angry thunder clapped loudly at the sky. The wind amplified it. I stood on the verandah of my class, along with my other classmates.