Children found it first, their bare feet freezing in the shallows. Inside: no gold, no bones — only a single leather journal, waterlogged but legible. Each page listed a different name, a date, and the same two words: Still watching.
By noon, the tide had reclaimed the chest. The fog lifted like a curtain. But the lighthouse keeper swore he saw two sets of footprints leading into the sea — and only one set coming back. seaside mystery
Here’s a short atmospheric piece titled — written as a prose poem / flash fiction vignette. Seaside Mystery Children found it first, their bare feet freezing
Children found it first, their bare feet freezing in the shallows. Inside: no gold, no bones — only a single leather journal, waterlogged but legible. Each page listed a different name, a date, and the same two words: Still watching.
By noon, the tide had reclaimed the chest. The fog lifted like a curtain. But the lighthouse keeper swore he saw two sets of footprints leading into the sea — and only one set coming back.
Here’s a short atmospheric piece titled — written as a prose poem / flash fiction vignette. Seaside Mystery