Mystery Picture Coordinate Plane Novels & Stories

Not because it made him important. Because it reduced him. A person. A father. A man who had taught me how to ride a bicycle. A man who used to leave the hallway light on when I was afraid of the dark. A variable. I closed my eyes. Then I noticed something. A file at the bottom. Untitled. Created nine years ago. I opened it. There was no text. Only coordinates. Lucas immediately recognized them. “Those are geographic.” “Where?” He entered them. The map appeared.

"Let me out! Stop the car!" I looked at the navigation screen. We weren't headed to a house. The coordinates were a string of hexadecimals that didn't correspond to any address I knew. Then, I saw it—a small icon in the corner of the screen. A logo I recognized from the news: Blackwood Bio-Medical Disposal.

"Wait, one thing at a time. There was a message? What was it?" "Well, there were some weird numbers, which were not a phone number, and beside that, scribbled, was — 2nd wall, two elbows, two fingers. I am yet to figure out what the second part of the message means, but after a lot of speculation, and a lot of time, which was granted to me as I healed from the little burns that I had got and the smoke that I had inhaled — I finally figured out that they were coordinates. Of a place." "A place? Where?"

A dead end. Alessia's shoulders tightened in frustration as she made a slow circle. “It should be here, damn it. I am so sure of it. I mean I was.” I glanced at the swings, the empty stalls, the ground, and then I noticed it: a long, partially broken stick sticking out close to a dry patch of grass. I went over and bent down to pick it up, then turned it around in my hands. I returned my attention to the map and traced the final set of coordinates with my finger before turning and taking deliberate steps while mentally aligning the angles.

“Look at this.” Five photographs. He spread them out on the table with fingers that still trembled. Photos of the greenhouse altar, taken on his phone the night everything went to hell. Blurry, poorly lit—but readable. At least for me. I leaned over the table, putting on that focused expression I always used when Silas showed me Dark Language inscriptions. The “how interesting, I don’t understand a thing” face—when in reality I read them as easily as a breakfast menu. “Fourth photo,” I said. “Bottom right corner. There are coordinates hidden inside what looks like a ceremonial prayer.”

His breathing became uneven. He reached into his coat with trembling fingers. This time, no one stopped him. He pulled out a folded map. Its edges were worn, and half of it had been stained with old blood. He pushed it into my hand. "The lake..." His voice was barely a whisper now. "Everything... starts there." I unfolded the corner just enough to see the drawing. It matched the coordinates on my pendant. The same lake. The same mountain. The same strange symbol carved into the centre.

“We hit the location from two angles.” “No,” Nolan said. Ace’s head snapped up. “No?” “We won’t do what he expects,” Nolan said, flat. Cole frowned. “Then what is the play?” Nolan spread a map on the table. “He wants us at these coordinates,” he said, pointing. “So I won’t go there.” Ashley stared. “What?” Jax smirked. “Oh… I see where you are going.” Cole cracked his knuckles. “Finally.” Nolan pointed at an old service tunnel near the coordinates.

I didn't look at them. ​I got into the back of the car. ​"Drive," I told the driver. ​"Where, sir?" ​"The end of the world," I said. "Or 5th Avenue. Whichever comes first." ​I reached into my pocket. ​I pulled out the piece of charred wood. ​I turned it over. ​There, in the center of the black soot, was a small, clean spot. ​Someone had rubbed it clear. ​And written in tiny, precise letters was a single coordinate.

In the midst of this heavenly beauty, something caught my attention: new coordinates seemed to be indicated by the sparkling stars. With a sense of anticipation, I took my notebook and began to trace the constellations on paper. Each star seemed to be a piece of a cosmic puzzle, revealing secrets and hidden directions. As I connected the luminous dots on the paper, my heart was filled with excitement. These new coordinates could be the key to a new chapter on our journey, a clue to unravel still unknown mysteries. With a mixture of concentration and admiration, I wrote down the coordinates and celestial patterns with meticulous details. Each line and angle were important, and I was determine

“You better not play dirty, Monte!” “I won’t as long as you act under my command. Now, what are your coordinates?” “Felix, tell me the coordinates!” “They are 35.9375°N, 14.3754°E, Uncle.” “Monte, my coordinates are 35.9375°N, 14.3754°E. There! I hope you’re satisfied now,” “Great! Then we shall meet again in Del Cealus. Do what you were told to do and don’t try to backstab me.”