Glimpses Stories

"Mystery Glimpses" is a feature series that highlights gripping scenes from self-written mystery stories. Writers can submit teasers from their ongoing or completed works for a chance to be featured and captivate readers with their suspenseful storytelling.

The world has changed. Magic, once hidden, now lies buried beneath crumbling stone and forgotten ruins. The Wizarding World-destroyed, abandoned, or erased-has become nothing more than a myth... until it is discovered. When the Avengers stumble upon the desolate remnants of magical Britain-half-destroyed shops, enchanted relics that no longer hum, and a shattered castle crowned with silence-they uncover a mystery lost to time: a statue of two young figures, unnamed and eternal, standing amidst the rubble. Their faces are unknown, but something about them feels important. Legendary. Among the ruins lies a Pensieve-one final memory keeper, untouched by dust or decay. With no wand to wield it, science steps in. Technology bends. And for the first time in history, the memories of a forgotten world are broadcast to all. The world watches. As fragments of the past unravel across screens-glimpses of spells, laughter, war, and sacrifice-the truth begins to emerge: of a boy with lightning in his blood, of a girl born of shadows and stars, and of the end they both faced. This is a story of what was lost, what was fought for, and what remains when the magic dies-but the memories endure. And somewhere in the ashes, the echoes still speak.

"The reign of King Viserys I Targaryen wanes, and with it wanes the fragile peace that binds his House together. In the Red Keep, smiles hide sharpened blades, and the rift between Queen Alicent and Princess Rhaenyra deepens with every passing day. The Blacks and the Greens are not yet named... but the shadow of division stretches long across the realm. And then the gods intervene. Summoned into a chamber beyond time and reason, king and queen, prince and princess, lords and ladies stand together, bound by a judgment not of mortal making. Before them unfurl visions of lives unchosen - paths untaken - where one choice, one night, one heartbeat reshapes the fate of kings and children yet unborn. Some visions bring wonder. Some, despair. And all of them bear a single truth: the doom of dragons lies not in flame, but in the hearts that wield it. Before war was written in fire and blood... it was written in judgment."

Two brothers. Two destinies. One is celebrated, the other feared. In a world where James and Lily survive, Charles is hailed as the Boy Who Lived - but Harry, his twin, carries a curse no one understands. Feared by his family, mocked by his siblings, and shunned by the wizarding world, Harry is an outcast in the very home he should belong to. When the Triwizard Tournament draws near, forces beyond comprehension intervene. Mother Magic reveals glimpses of alternate lives - worlds where Harry was loved, cherished, and whole. Worlds where choices were different, and destinies were rewritten. But can seeing what could have been change what is? Or will it only deepen the shadows that haunt them all? Two lives. One truth. And the fragile line between love and fear.

Harry Potter was never the chosen one. That title belonged to his twin, Charles-the celebrated Boy Who Lived. Harry was only the shadow left behind, the mistake of fate with unstable magic no one could trust. Now, at fifteen, he stands condemned. Accused of unleashing forbidden magic on his classmates and found with dark tomes in his possession, the Boy-Who-Wasn't-Chosen faces the Wizengamot. His family sits in silence, offering no defense. To them, he is dangerous. To the world, unstable. And to Harry himself, abandoned. But magic has a will of its own. And it refuses to let him be destroyed. As judgment falls, the very foundations of the courtroom tremble. Ancient power awakens, tearing open the veil between worlds. Before his parents, his siblings, the Ministry, and the wizarding world itself, visions of another life ignite-fragments of a world where Harry was never truly alone. A world where neglect did not harden him into indifference. A world where one bond was enough to keep him from the shadows. A world that will force everyone who doubted him to question everything they thought they knew. But truth is never gentle. With each glimpse revealed, the line between justice and cruelty begins to blur. And the question that hangs over the chamber is one no one dares answer: Was Harry truly the monster they condemned... or the child they betrayed?

A seemingly ordinary barista in a trendy Seoul café discovers they have the ability to travel short distances in time, but only within the confines of their café. Each "jump" allows them to witness past moments of their customers' lives. They become particularly intrigued by a regular customer who seems to be carrying a deep sadness.

She was chasing dreams✨ until one pair of eyes made her pause....🤍 It's not Love. Not yet. Maybe never. But something in her, smiled a little louder every time he crossed her path....💘 A story about stolen glances, unsaid feelings, silent flutters and one girl's very first admiration in the middle of her preparation, pressure and dreams🪽 It's the kind of phase you never want to admit but never forget. Because sometimes all it takes is one smile, one seat apart and one "hmm" to flip your Whole world......🙃 Not love. Just flutter...maybe🌸 But why does one feel like a thousand butterflies? 🦋

He came into the world with the weight of a crown and the silence of fate. Prince Baelon Targaryen, the long-awaited heir, was born beneath the shadow of dying flames. His mother, Queen Aemma Arryn, gave her life in his name - her final breath a prayer, whispered not to the gods of Westeros, but to whatever powers might listen beyond the veil. "Let him live. Even if I cannot." But some souls are not meant to linger. Baelon entered the world with lungs too frail to bear it. His cries faded before they could ever echo in the halls of kings. And yet... her prayer was heard. Not here. Not in this realm. But in another. In a world far removed from dragons and thrones, Baelon Targaryen was given a second life - not as prince, but as a boy with a scar. A boy marked by prophecy. A boy who would be known as Harry Potter. Years later, the Dragonlords and their families are summoned - torn from castles and far-off shores. All called to a chamber not forged by men, but by powers greater than time. They are told only this: A soul was stolen from the fire. A choice was made. And now, it must be seen. As the Targaryens bear witness to the life their lost prince lived in another world, what they see will challenge their hearts, their loyalties, and the very meaning of legacy. Because some lives are not meant for thrones. Some are forged in pain. And some souls carry dragons in their blood - no matter the name they are given.

The dragons reign. The realm celebrates. And no one sees the shadow creeping beneath the snow. In the golden heart of the Targaryen dynasty, a grand feast is held beneath the sky to honor the birth of Lucerys Velaryon, second son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. Lords from every corner of Westeros gather-velvet and steel, pride and banners, fire and ambition. Even the ancient blood of the North answers the call, as House Stark rides south for the feast. But amid music and merriment, a voice not heard in a thousand years slithers through the air-neither man nor beast, neither living nor dead. A voice of leaf and earth and sorrow, of old gods who once shaped the world. The Children of the Forest have awoken... to show the truth. From the smoke that twists in the air, visions of the future unfurl. A world bound for ruin-where ice and death rise, where the dead walk once more, and the flames of dragons may be the only hope against a shadow that none can outrun. A prophecy thought forgotten, the dream of Aegon the Conqueror, is made flesh. But there is more, much more.Amidst the ravaging cold, a new name emerges-Eira Snow, a daughter of fire and ice, whose fate will entwine with the last hope of the living. She is not the promised prince. She is something else. The sword of the realm's salvation, or its undoing. The kingdoms may fall. The blood of dragons may turn to ash. But the war that awaits them all-the war between life and death-will determine the fate of not only Westeros, but of the very world itself. As the flames remember, they will burn.

Luna Willow has no memory other than of the four concrete walls that trap her in a never-ending nightmare. Subjected to a ruthless monster who experiments on her day and night, she knows nothing but pain and torture. When an experiment goes wrong, Luna manages to evade her captor and escape from her prison. Now all alone in a world she has forgotten, she must fight to survive while running from the monster who first captured her. Nearing death from starvation, a broken body, and ruthless criminals, Luna runs into Caleb. A man who looks like death itself but may just be her salvation.

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Sometimes stories just flow out of you and you cannot help but write them out. This small section of the internet is where those pieces of my heart lie. These are the few stories out of a few many, which lie closest to my heart. I hope you enjoy a glimpse to my world, mind and everything. Happy reading!!!

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Now, lets get real. No, no, by real, I did not mean 'reality'. Reality sucks, I know. By real, I mean, you can now take a sneak peak into my life. I will upload random events from my life time to time. Its time for blogging!

𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 ^-^

A short poem about seeing ghosts.

Sonder n. To realize that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own Fantasize 'fantəsʌɪz verb | To indulge in daydreaming about something desired. And two strangers allow each other to do just that when they meet due to happenstance. Or Where two perfect strangers meet at two perfectly strange places and wonder what it would be like to belong to each other.

Dedicated to Pain So that it knows all the years it spent with us weren't in vain ..

It's no story, just glimpses of our darkness. Each from a different corner of that hidden realm. It's not about what is visible, it's about what we are blinded to. It's all around us. #1 Break Aug. 2018 #1 Glimpses Oct. 2018 # 39 Shatter Nov. 2018