Novel & Cerita Short Stories About Mysteries

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.

She pressed. "That depends on your idea of a mystery," I said. "For a writer of murder mysteries, each new bizarre detail makes the plot more difficult to construct and adds to the sense of mystery. But for us working in the real world," I continued, " the ordinary and drab crime with no pattern that poses the greatest difficulties. The sensational, bizarre, and outrageous crimes that make the most popular stories are the easiest to solve. This case has been very odd from the start, Sandra," I added, "and new information never hurts. From the analytical perspective, Hector's visit simplifies our task." "Does it not make things more difficult for you as well?" Sandra asked.

My mornings began early, her nights often ended late, and I revelled in the challenges that each day brought. My small apartment, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, became a haven of creativity. Late into the night, I would sit at my desk, my laptop glowing in the dim light and taking seeps of my green tea, as I crafted compelling narratives and persuasive messages. The weight of responsibility never felt burdensome; it felt like the culmination of years of hard work and dreams.

I opened the book and began to read the first page: Everyone knows the small town of Telluride, where the people are mysterious, where you can get lost and no one is surprised, where the strangest things happen and no one says anything, why? What is hidden in Telluride that its inhabitants are used to or afraid of? On my journey through that place in 1890 I discovered everything there could be, strange creatures, magical places and devilish people. "That's it, let's go" Lucas appeared behind me making me jump.

But that was muсh better than almоst suffосating. What did the оld landlady, whо had warned her tо sleep оnly with the windоw сlоsed? Оtherwise, mоnsters соuld enter the rооm, she had mysteriоusly whispered. Pah! Thоse were just superstitiоus fairy tales, ghоst stоries fоr yоung сhildren.

John replied that that was ok and left the room. Again, the three little investors took there place just like morning. They were looking at here and there around them and sometimes with the binocular. Jerry was looking at the lake and realize that he never seen any movement of the water in the lake. Then he talked with the other two. They were confused whether they have focused on that or not. They were looking at each other. Their faces were seemed like they were happy thinking that they have found out something. In the meantime, they heard a light sparking sound. They noticed that it was coming from an electric transmitter that was behind the lake. And suddenly they heard a vey loud sound.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

They look at each other and start laughing. "You're going to attack us? With what? Those mutts behind you look like they're way past their prime, if they ever had a prime, to begin with. Don't worry about the other men who were with you; they're still here. We had guards waiting for them when they tried to leave, so they were all locked up in the dungeons. You really made this too easy for us. I thought it would be a battle, not just swatting a few pesky mosquitoes," Misty says as though she's bored. I step forward, and none of them move like they're not scared of me. What's wrong with them? Don't they understand that once I have Misty, I'll be able to kill them all?

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.

I can feel a shiver run down my spine as I gulp. Something is weird about the atmosphere... how come everyone suddenly disappears? I slowly swallow the candy that was sitting in my mouth. It was a soft candy, so it didn't hurt my throat. Clenching the handle of my bag tightly, I try to walk as normally as I could master. *Bathump! Bathump!* Calm down... there must be a reasonable explanation why this happened, right? A shadow shape of a person appeared behind me. The more I try to walk faster, the more it follows me. Turning around to the different alleyway, I tried to lose the shadow. Since I wasn't paying attention to where I'm heading, I ended up walking to a dead end.