Riddles Stories Novels & Stories

the old man continued, eyes gleaming, “but a creature—ancient and starved—that disguises itself in bark and moss. It waits. Hungers. And when the moon is thin, it feeds.” He ended the story with a dramatic swish of his cloak and sat back down as the fire popped and sparked. Ryan leaned toward me, smirking. “Ten gold coins says that story’s based on a real thing.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re probably right.” After some time, I stood. “I need to… step away for a minute.” Ryan nodded. “Don’t get eaten by any whispering trees.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence.” I slipped away from the firelight.

Zahra whispered, not minding to hide the fear in her voice, “But why had they set fifteen huts ablaze?” “I can’t say for sure,” Dodo turned her attention to Zahra, “But my mother told me a story of how the three Kingdoms, after hunting, danced around a campfire. You want to hear the story?” “No,” Zahra and Ginika said in unison. They were not prepared to hear Dodo’s unending tale. She would only end up telling them of how her great, great, great grandmother, told her great, great grandmother and her great grandmother, to her… Her stories usually leave one hungry and light-headed, or it would knock you out.

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

While in bed I had a strange dream which woke me up instantly only to find myself in a four squared white room with all kinds of machines on me . Finally seeing my swollen eye lid begin to open with blurry images ,I heard mom whisper a prayer before finally asking a question."Do you need water ?"she asked before passing a glass to me . "Am I going to die?"I asked.The unshead tears in mother's eyes fiercely run down upon hearing this . "Of course not honey I'll do everything to save your life. " "Mum I don't want to die, I'm too young, I don't want to ,I just can't leave." "It's ok dear you're not going to die . "

The stage was set for the final confrontation as the duel reached its peak. Thane's eyes locked onto Axel and Kieran. "Here are your three riddles. Answer them, and you may leave with your pride intact. Fail, and you will never bother Lunar pack again." “Riddle One.” Thane began. "I am always coming but never arrive, I have a head, but never hair, I have a bed, but never sleep, I have a mouth, but never speak. What am I?" Axel's confident smile faltered. "A river?"

Josh joked, I laugh but I didn’t say anything. Janine put the handkerchief on my eyes. I can hear their footsteps. “When I say 0, remove the handkerchief,” Janine speaks, I nod my head. “Pauline, do you know what you’re going to ask for Mommy?” Shia asks. “Yes!” Pauline answers lively. “3!” All of them are counting that made me laugh. “2!” “1!” “0! Remove your handkerchief!” I took a step backward as I covered my mouth using both of my hands when I saw them. Paul is kneeling in front of me while Pauline is standing beside him, holding the box of a ring.

“Here, it’s almost time for dinner.” “Thanks,” the boy replied before taking a huge bite. “Did your father ever tell you any stories concerning an old man and a foggy hill?” Rhina inquired. “Nope,” Ishida answered plainly. “How many stories about old men did he tell you?” the girl asked. “Quite a lot! Seven, if I remember correctly. ‘The Woodcutter and the Door of Fates’ was one... ‘The Old Man and the Desert of No Return’ was another. Oh yes, there were ‘The Legend of King Makarael the Great,’ ‘Hayami’s Grandfather,’ ‘Heroes of Aquarius,’ ‘Sir Kharkin of the Seven Seas,’ and ‘Aram the Master Sage.” Ishida recalled. “None of them were about a gravestone or a hill.”

“How about a new story little one? A story with no pitchforks and nobody dying seems better for a walk in the woods, don’t you think? We wouldn’t want you to have nightmares tonight.” “Oh Gran, I’m five and a half now. I can read and everything! I don’t have nightmares anymore. Especially not from stories. They’re just make-believe!” “Some stories are real little one. Today I’ll tell you a true story, about a shy young princess who gathered up all her courage and jumped in the river to float away and hide from a whole pack of werewolves!” “A whole pack of them?” “That’s right.” “Did she know how to swim?”