December 7th, 1894 Dearest Diary, Who knew that winter could be so beautiful. Well, if you include Ruth staring out the window over snowy Liverpool, sipping her chai tea pleasantly. Oops, did I write that? Well, I can’t … Continue reading The Mysterious Masquerade Murders by Julia B.
As the clock chimed 12:00, I pulled up to my office alongside my assistant, Alan Clark. We stepped out of the taxi and it felt as though I was being swallowed by the thick black night. New York’s air was … Continue reading A Series of Notes by Hannah T.
Sherlock stood by the window of his apartment, silently staring out into the rainy streets of London. He held his black clay pipe in one hand and tucked his other hand into the pocket of his neatly pressed trousers. … Continue reading Moore Murderer by Betty P.
The dimly lit streets of Bellbary were filled with excited children in bright costumes today. Families spent time and effort covering their houses with cobwebs, accessorizing their doorsteps with skulls, and carving out Jack-O-Lanterns to display on their front porch. … Continue reading Little Oli’s Halloween By Alice Y.
The mansion was huge, big enough to have a legitimate name. There it was, the same name that had been in the news countless times, Bahay Callum, carved in the stone walls, spotlessly clean. Turning to my partner with a … Continue reading The Callum Case by Bella S.
Dinner Party by Avrel F. conversations bounce from wall to wall filling the room with sound forced chuckles, rushed business propositions and tense rivalry all within four walls diamonds dangle from ears, and dance on fingers long dresses made of … Continue reading Dinner Party by Avrel F.
Lost in a page It pulls her in She’s apart from this world Leaving us to wonder where she’s been Her eyes are stopped Blinking, moving, seeing nothing She’s frozen The climax is nearing She’s starting again Speeding … Continue reading Words by Ava M.
I see you Standing there On the Bridge. Are you Leaving me? Are you trying To escape? You are Holding someone’s Hand in Yours. Will she Go too? Do you Love her? I realise That … Continue reading The Bridge You Leave On
Maria had never believed in ghosts, until that day, that is. Until she saw the thing in the woods. She had always just thought when peopled died they’d either go to heaven or the place down below. She never thought … Continue reading The Spirit by Wren L.
une écharpe, une paire de moufles sortir dans l’air froid et pénétrant le vent enveloppe mon visage nu la nouvelle neige est cotonneuse comme la des nuées dans le sol les arbres sont denudes les feuilles et les fleurs disparurent … Continue reading la neige by Crystal Lin