Browsing Paranormal Stories

In the shadow of ancient Rome, an archaeologist unearths more than artifacts. A forbidden gate whispers secrets across centuries. When Iole, a modern archaeologist, uncovers an ancient Roman gate, she's swept into a world where science meets the supernatural. Alongside Lucius, a brilliant Roman scientist ahead of his time and eager to explore the uncharted, Iole unravels a timeless mystery of love, curses, and the secrets of time itself. The past beckons, and destiny awaits beyond the misty veil.

Hello!

This story came not from intention, but from invitation. I entered a writing contest, five themes offered, but only one stirred an ancient memory. So, I chose, write from the point of view of a non-human character. I didn’t plan. I didn’t ponder. I simply listened. And as I did, the words came, not like bricks I stacked, but like wind flowing through a chime. I wasn’t the builder. I was the instrument. A conduit. In a few days, the manuscript formed itself, concise, reverent. Every sentence arrived as if it was already known. Time didn’t stretch; it folded. And in that folding, I glimpsed something transcendent. This writing is an echo of that moment. Here, the non-human voice is not alien, it is Divine. It is the Son speaking across an illusion. It is the Holy Spirit whispering through eternity. It is nature humming in perfect union. It is Christ as you, as me, as us. Time is not linear. It is a story unraveling in reverse, returning to its point of origin. The clock does not count forward, it collapses inward, back into the One Mind that imagined it. And in that collapse, we remember we are not creations of time. We are architects of eternity. This manuscript flows from that Truth. It is not fiction. It is a remembrance. It is the story of Who we truly are. Bob

Donut Trumpet has only one wish: to be king!

Yellowsprings, Ohio is a quiet, close-knit town where it’s always been safe.

So, a depressed teenager, a witch, a half-human half-fae, and a bored prodigy walk into a haunted house...

Liam wakes in an old asylum to a bunch of clocks on the walls. The clocks remind him of the horrid things that happened there. Will he escape the clocks and these memories that come with them?

Marcus Mullin was part of the military group sent out to look for an enemy of the state. We knew we were looking for a woman, but that was it. Then he saw her, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Purple eyes shone through the crowd as their eyes locked—my soulmate.

A pleasantly dark short story about a woman who seeks justice in an unlikely form…