Romans & histoires Mystery Fiction Short Stories

One would think her humorous tales were just for laughs or to pad the word count, but by the conclusion, it became evident that she was laying out foreshadows throughout. While working on her first novel, "Mizzy" also wrote several short pieces, each around two thousand words, which she simultaneously published on ScribeSphere and shared on social media platforms. These bite-sized stories, light-hearted and humorous in tone, could be devoured in mere minutes. Their appeal was evident when they were repeatedly shared across platforms, gaining her a good number of followers. However, many read her short stories without noting the author behind them, completely unaware of "Mizzy."

The air within the antique store did not smell merely of old paper and dust; it smelled of centuries, and tonight it pulsed with a promise that caused Elara's skin to shiver not from fear, but from a dull, thrumming excitement. She had come in from the rain, wanting to get away from the rattle of thunder and the sudden summer storm, but she had discovered something far more fascinating waiting behind the register: two men who were far more than they seemed.

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The blonde beauty sipped on her morning coffee while reading Seattle Daily, Downing the rest of her liquid drug in one huge gulp, she tied up her long blonde curls into a bun at the top off her head while sighing, two missing billionaires tofind and a murder case to solve, just another day at the office. It has been exactly 24 hours since Grayson and James Hudson have been missing and a dead body has been found in their pent house. The circumstances around their suspicious suddendisappearance makes it even more of a challenge to work on finding their spoiled asses, keeping all information on the down low has been the biggest challenge thus far. The media are like hungry lions waiting to poun

Saying that the inspector left the house. All three friends are in Mack’s house. They were playing dart and were talking loudly. “Hey guys, summer vacation is near,” said Mack. “Yeah. Do you have any specific plan on that vacation? asked Ron. “Yeah, a silly one, a silly one to disclose the mystery of the lake” replied Jerry. He also added “This is not a silly tour rather it is a stupid plan to spoil our vacation. You know few death incidents happed due to the lake and also how far we can go!” Ron’s dart hit the center of the dart board and he shouted yah! “What nonsense are you talking about? I do not want to spoil my vacation with this. I have a plan to visit some place in this vacation wit

What indicated just any romance, she used this time to base herself on these tales to tell her own stories, where she modified and began to write about the stories from the love letters, sometimes involving murder. In some cases of crimes, where she began to publish these same mysterious tales of violence, she never said that these cases were real. Here and there, for a while, cases occurred in other countries very similar to what she wrote about, but she never reported to the authorities that she received such a product, they were so explicit, sometimes so cruel, it seemed as if she saw shadows and outlines of someone who watched her from outside the walls of her residence. She started exch

But I couldn't let him see that. "Tell me something about you. Fair trade." He shook his head. "Not how this works." "Fine, be mysterious." I huffed, but secretly, it intrigued me more. The danger he represented was like a magnet, pulling me in despite myself. As evening fell, the cabin grew dim, lit only by a single lamp because apparently, the backup generators weren't turning on. Boredom made my skin itch again, and I remembered the hidden phone I'd smuggled in my bag. Daddy had taken my main one, but this was a burner I'd grabbed last minute.

I moved fast, opening drawers, flipping through folders on his desk, my breath coming short. The office smelled like expensive wine and something darker, like smoke and cologne that made my stomach tighten. My fingers shook a little as I searched. Come on, where the hell is it? That was when I heard footsteps, my heart slammed against my ribs. “Fuck,” I hissed under my breath. I quickly dropped to my knees and slid under the big mahogany desk just as the door swung open. My ass scraped the carpet, and I pulled my legs in tight, curling into the smallest ball I could manage.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.