#mystery story

[obsidian-sphere]

A Tarzan mystery story where Tarzan applies his jungle lore to solving the mystery of the disappearance of some people after their airplane crashed in the jungle. In the first chapter, Tarzan finds a downed Italian plane, with the pilot dead, not from the crash but from a bullet wound. Footprints tell Tarzan others left the wreckage on foot.

The development of a new device that will disrupt the ignition system of an internal combustion engine has spies from Russia, Italy, and England scrambling for possession. In the battle for possession of the plans, Tarzan is captured by cannibals and escapes by calling elephants to rescue him.

As the three factions tangle and intermix, Tarzan visits and is (falsely) identified as the murderer of one of the party. Tarzan vindicates himself with evidence, which he says is unnecessary because he already knew the guilty party by his scent.

Let's see Hercule Poirot pull that one off.

The story, along with two others, can be found in the book Tarzan and the Castaways. These are the stories about the Ape Man that Burroughs would write.

[moltenwrites]

PAINTINGS: CHAPTER 1 - FATE

Paintings is a short love/mystery story following Astera and Asim. I’d give more of an introduction, but that’s what this chapter is for :)

Story starts under the break!

Astera looked up at the painting that loomed above her. It was spectacular. A red arm jutted out from the bottom left corner of the canvas. Directly on the wrist, a cut had been inflicted. Yellow blood poured down the arm, coating it in its golden glory. Something about it stood out to Astera. Maybe it was something about the colors not fitting perfectly together, maybe it was the red matching her newly dyed hair and her complementing maroon jacket, maybe it was the emotions the colors made her feel; or maybe she was just overthinking it. Astera smiled, continuing to look up at the painting. She let the museum's faint smell of wood and chilly air conditioning sink in. Astera sighed peacefully.

“ Beautiful, isn't it? “

Astera gasped, the masculine voice had shaken her out of her comforting world. She turned to face the person who had spoken. He stood far taller than Astera, which was admittedly not a hard feat to achieve. A waterfall of black hair flowed from his head, stopping slightly below his shoulders, brushing against his blue woolen sweater. He wore square glasses fitted in a dark orange frame, his nose was small, his glasses lightly resting on them. He had light skin and a soft smile.

The man turned his attention from the painting to Astera. His words flowed calmly from his lips like a river,

“ I apologize, did I startle you? “

Astera shook her head,

“ No, no! It's okay- I was just- “

She chuckled,

“ Immersed, I guess. “

The man smiled and nodded, turning his attention back to the painting,

“ Art can do that. Even without a clear meaning, something about this piece, it gives a sense of comfort, “

He shook his head, continuing.

“ Truly fascinating isn't it? “

Astera turned to the painting. She nodded slowly,

“ Yeah, I guess, though I don't know if I'd call it comforting“

She chuckled, then turned to the man,

“ Do you paint? “

The man turned to her in surprise, but seemed to enjoy the question,

“ Well, yes, but not like this. I do appreciate the art form. The piece, despite how interpretable it is, evokes very clear emotions. “

Astera smirked,

“ So what are you, some sort of critic? “

The man shook his head,

“ No, the arts are just a small passion of mine. “

Astera nodded,

“ Yeah I get that. I tried drawing a few times, but it's just so- “

She clenched her fist and sighed,

“ I'm sorry, what's your name? “

“ There is nothing to apologize about! My name is Asim, and you? “

“ That's a nice name, I'm Astera. “

Asim nodded,

“ It is a pleasure to meet you, Astera! “

Astera smiled,

“ You too, Asim. “

They both turned to the painting. They examined it silently for a moment. A feeling of calm washed over Astera yet again. Just as it had been the first time, a sudden noise to her right disturbed her. A short ping from Asim’s pocket knocked both people out of their trance. Asim’s hand quickly darted to his pocket, where he dug up a phone.

He looked at it and frowned,

“ I apologize Astera, but I must be going, “

His tone shifted, his frown inverting to a small smile,

“ Thank you for indulging in this discussion with me! I eagerly await our next meeting. “

Before Astera could formulate a response, Asim was walking away. She smiled at him, and quietly muttered,

“ Bye. “

[thewritersspotblog]

Getting into Genre: Mystery and Thriller

Photo by Martin Lopez on Pexels.com They tingle your spine and chill your bones. They keep you guessing by creating a sense of suspense and anxiety. They can be based on real incidents or made up completely, set in the modern day or ages ago. Mysteries and thrillers remain popular sellers because of the human thirst for knowledge and innate curiosity. They provide us with questions that need to…

[kammieceleek]

When Luz Noceda gets partnered up with Gus Porter for a history project of monumental proportions, neither of them has any idea what they're about to stumble into.

Ever a whirlwind of chaos Luz Noceda sweeps up her friends and family into something much bigger than a simple history project. And it all starts with a rumored monster in the woods and a secret long buried under Gallows Hill.

A collaboration project with @blundrstorm and @staryillustrations

(Star's blog would be linked but for some reason Tumblr can't find it, she's here tho!)

[mtskullz]

I’ve been coming up with this mystery circus story for a while but I can’t figure out if I want to it be a Murder Mystery or a Zombies Apocalypse story. Anyway, I drew some more. They don’t have names yet.

Psst! This is just an excuse to make a Y/N X Buggy the Clown story-sort of))

[moonviewjaystories]

WARNING! THIS IS A TERRIFYING STORY THAT MAY GIVE YOU NIGHTMARES! First story already out! Click now to watch my youtube original audio short story. My first story is 39:00 minute long, titled “When The Lights Go Out!” It is a very scary ghost story rated 14+. The story comes with voice audio, sound effects, subtitles, images, moving pictures, and more. Headphones are extremely recommended for an even better experience! There’s also a very mysterious element to it. (Sorry if some narration audio is slightly difficult to decifer without headphones, however subtitles are still provided)

Genre: Horror / Mystery / Thriller / Drama / Suspense / Psychological / Supernatural / Psychological Horror Elements: Jump-Scares / Ebook / Audiobook / Sound Effects / Gifs / Images / Scary Music Visit the video description on YouTube to see the list of soources/contributors that helped make this possible.

My name is MoonViewJay. My next Story will be a Christmas Murder Mystery like you’ve never read before! It'll first only be the write-up version which I will post very soon. Follow me for more posts like this and more. Head over to my blog description if you haven't already to learn what I do. Please subscribe to my YouTube channel and please like, comment, or share the video if you enjoy the story, or if you get terrified.

[pulpsandcomics2]

Thrilling Mystery Novel May 1947

[gotchaocha]

The neopet lighthearted fanfic turned into a 5 act story whose ending chapter I have already worked on but still need to spend time making the other chapters and figuring shit out before even starting to write

[morganmaietto]

First Seven Lines Tag

Thanks for the tag @axl-ul!

I haven’t written in a while so I found an older wip that I’m probably going to be abandoning. Just a trigger warning: mentions of blood.

Hannah Johnson has always been able to see spirits and other supernatural creatures that others can’t. Her parents had to take her to the doctors when she was younger because they feared she was sick because of all the gruesome things she told her parents. One day she remembered clearly, she was around seven years old, she saw a little boy with a bloody head watching her from her bedroom window, her room was on the second floor. He stared at her with unblinking eyes, she screamed and started crying. When her parents ran to her room she described what she was seeing but they couldn’t see the boy at the window even when she could still see him. She would stay in their room until the boy left her alone. She would still occasionally see him when she got a little older too but not as much.

I’ll keep this open tag for anyone who wants to join.

@narutofandude

[acidsneeze]

Chained Soul - Part Five

Check out the latest part of Chained Soul!

Welcome back to Chained Soul, my new serialised novel that I’m releasing right here on my blog, as well as on Tapas and Wattpad. Quick warning: this series does contain strong language, so if that’s not your thing, you’re free to skip this one! Check out Part One, including a synopsis for the whole series, here! If you missed Part Four, you can read that here! Day Five The psychologist came…

[adinelleggreeo]

The Puzzler Bunch- OC Art!

I drew this fun group in my sketchbook one day and decided to build a story around them. Their names are Harold (Harry), Alice and Marissa, they're 10 years old and are in their 5th year of primary school. They're known for their love of solving puzzles. Harry likes word puzzles, Alice, number and math puzzles and Marissa prefers mechanical (physical) puzzles.

Everyone calls them the Puzzler Bunch, but this name is pending. I think I can come up with something better.

[twelvelms]

Bubbly and outgoing, Quinn Howell is great at magic and the natural leader of her friendship group. She's also its UNnatural leader, as one day she'll be leader of Coven Derwen, making her heir apparent, which does tend to skew the dynamic a little...

Felix and Reilly were sent to live with Quinn for their protection, and besides her younger sibling, Charlie, she doesn't really HAVE many other friends. Her experiences of the outside world have been limited and her education has been focused on making her kind and strong-willed.

She's definitely both of those things! But she also doubts her ability to be in charge, and is FAR more worried about whether people like her or not than she probably should be. Her whole life, she's been heir to Coven Derwen's leadership. She's not sure who she is otherwise.

Still, Quinn takes on this responsibility and the duties that come along with it proudly. She'll be the second ever woman coven leader when her time comes, and she wants to make her grandma - who was the first - proud.

Nevertheless, there's something at Quinn's core that longs for fun and freedom. Though she respects and dutifully upholds her position, she spends a lot of time thinking of her childhood, when things were simpler.

A song I associate with Quinn is 'Bros' by Wolf Alice. Especially: Shake your hair, have some fun Forget our mothers and past lovers, forget everyone Oh, I'm so lucky, you are my best friend Oh, there's no one, there's no one who knows me like you do

Has Quinn stolen your heart?? If so you can sponsor her by donating to the Twelvelms crowdfunder on IndieGogo: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/the-twelvelms-conspiracy-a-fantasy-audio-drama/x/26066738#/

[wonder-queen-123]

? x Sick Hanahaki Reader

You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to take your mind off of him. You wondered why it had to be him of all people. Why'd your heart have to fall for him?

Ever since a kid, he's been the only thing you could think about. Of course he'd never like you back, you were just a waste of space...or at least that's what he and your family constantly told you.

"'Hey guys, how's it going? What are you guys talking about? Oh, you're talking about them? Yeah, I agree. They really are just a waste of space.'"

You couldn't stop thinking about that, and as soon as that thought resurfaced, your chest felt like it was on fire. You quickly got off the bed, and immediately ran to the bathroom. You coughed violently, trying to get the flowers out, knowing full well that you didn't have much time left.

You flush the toilet, and sat against your bathroom wall. Faintly, You heard someone knocking on your bedroom door. You didn't want to see anyone, nevertheless talk to anyone, but you knew that they'd just keep knocking if you didn't open the door.

You slowly and shakily got up from the floor, and washed away the blood from your mouth, and walked into your room. You made your way over to the door, and opened it.

You took one look at who it was, and asked why they were here. "I just wanted to check on you. I noticed...can-can I come in? I want to talk to you."

You wordlessly let them in, and gestured to your bed for them to sit down. You sat beside them, and waited for them to say something.

"Where have you been the last few weeks? You barely show up to class anymore, and you've also been skipping training. Mr. Aizawa and the rest of us are extremely worried about you. Please talk to me. I want to help."

You looked away, not knowing what to say. "Please, (Name). Please talk to me, I want to help you. I really do." You turned to look at them.

No one ever called you by  your real name when talking to you. They'd usually use the nickname they gave you, but when they did you knew that they were worried.

You cupped their face with your hand, and wiped the tears away with your thumbs. "Don't cry, love. It's okay. I'm fine. I'm sorry for worrying you and the others, but trust me, I'm fine." You said, looking at them.

They smiled slightly at hearing the name you called everyone. "Are you sure? You don't seem fine to me. And, there's something I've noticed as of late. I know that it's not my place to say, but I noticed that you haven't been eating lately. You would usually sit with me and the rest of our friends at lunch, and even make jokes about you-know-who. But, you haven't been at lunch with us for about two and a half weeks. Probably longer than that."

You knew they were right, but you couldn't just say 'the reason why I haven't been showing up to class, training, or even lunch is because I'm sick. I've got hanahaki, and I'm actually dying. I'll be gone within the next week and a half, to two weeks most likely.'

What were you supposed to do or even say? You knew that it would break their heart if they found out you were sick, nevertheless dying, and you didn't want them to be sad. You hated seeing your friends and family upset.

You felt another cough forming in your throat, and quickly ran to the bathroom once again. You didn't have any time to tell your friend to plug their ears because you were in the middle of throwing up at least 3x as many flowers, branches, and blood.

As soon as you realized just how much you had thrown up, you knew that you were already on the brink of death. You were practically already gone.

Just as your thoughts started to cloud and fog your mind, you didn't hear the knocking, which slowly turned into banging on the bathroom door.

"(Name)! Unlock the door! What's happening? Please, open the door! (Name)! Please!"

You have lost so much blood over the past few weeks, that you could barely even stand. You were fading in and out of consciousness, and barely heard your name being called.

The last thing you saw before falling unconscious was the bathroom door being flung open, and your friend running over to you.

They immediately picked you up, and held you against their chest. With what strength you had left, you wrapped your arms around them, and started to say 'i love you'.

You only managed to say 'I lo-' before taking your last breath. Once you and your friend were back in your room, they set you down on your bed, and had just now realized that there was a note on your nightstand.

'To whoever may be reading this, I'm sorry that I didn't spend my last few weeks with any of you. I didn't want anyone to know that I was sick. That's why I haven't been showing up to class, training, and lunch. I've had hanahaki for a while, but I don't want anyone to blame themselves. It wasn't anyone's fault but mine. I'm the idiot who fell in love with someone who always called me a waste of space. Yes, Katsuki Bakugou in other words. Katsu, if you're the one reading this, then I want you to know that I've had a crush on you ever since we were kids. Even if I am, or was a waste of space, at least I'm not anymore. Dad, thank you for not telling anyone about this. I love you all so very much, and I know that all you my loves, will become amazing heroes. (Name) Aizawa.'

Kirishima cried his eyes out when he got done reading the note. But, Aizawa had known? Since when? How long has Aizawa known about this? Did he know if there was a way to cure you, and you just refused?

As Kirishima was lost in thought, he didn't realize that Aizawa, along with the rest of 1A was standing right behind him, crying.

Once he turned around and noticed, he immediately noticed Bakugou looking at him, and rage immediately flooded over Kirishima.

He walked past everyone, and immediately punched Bakugou in the face as hard as he could. "Bakubro!" He growled, venom laced in his voice.

"You did what?! How could you?! How could you say that to them, or even about them?! Because of what you and their family constantly told them, look at what ended up happening! (Turns to Aizawa) And you, Mr. Aizawa, you're just as bad as Bakugou here! How could you call your own kid a fucking waste of space?! If you didn't want them, then why didn't you put them up for adoption?! Telling (Name) that they're a waste of fucking space?! How incredibly monstrous can two people fucking be?!"

Everyone just stared wordlessly at Kirishima, not knowing what to do. No one had ever seen Kirishima this mad before, so they were all taken aback.

Without knowing what else to do, Sero had activated his quirk, and had bound Kirishima's hands together to keep him from lashing out at anyone else.

[masterangst]

A string of disappearances of Passione girls in the Italian countryside has Giorno setting out his two best investigators to put an end to it.

Abbacchio comes to find out that a lot more is going on under the surface, and something far more sinister is plaguing this small town. With a Stand that can't help him, he's forced to relive his days as a cop, using the skills he learned then to solve this mystery before it ends up killing him too, but not without first taking things that matter with it in the process.

[itsglor]

Ok, is it just me or does this sound so cool? It includes over 100 characters from his various cases & comes w/a fold-out poster about his most puzzling cases.