He never wanted to come back to that stretch of desert. But the nightmares didn’t stop — not even after twenty years. One name still haunted him more than the fallen: the one who saved him. Now, he’s finally tracked down the medic who pulled him from the flames. But the truth waiting for him […]
She came home to bury her mother — and found the man she never got to say goodbye to. Tucked in a box beneath the attic floor were thirty yellowing letters, never opened. All written by the soldier she once loved, from the jungles of Vietnam. All hidden by the woman who raised her —
He never sent a single letter. Fifty years later, he finds out she wrote back. And her last words—buried in dust—shatter everything he believed. Some war wounds never bled. Some just sat in a shoebox, waiting to be read. 📖 Part 1 – The Box in the Attic Frank Delaney stood in his attic, sweat
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He once walked through fire and never truly came out The mirror shows skin, but the real scars are buried in silence. Thirty years after the Gulf War, Caleb Rourke still can’t say his name without shame. But when a little girl with burn marks asks about his, the past begins to rise like smoke.
He thought Vietnam was just a chapter—closed, sealed, buried beneath medals and silence. But on a narrow street in Da Nang, she pedaled by like a ghost. Same almond eyes. Same tilt of the head. Could the girl he once fed in the ruins of war still be alive? And if so… what became of
He only wanted to let go of the past. But the past wasn’t done with him. Inside a rusted helmet lay a photo — and a secret meant to stay buried. One young woman opens the lid, and fifty years of silence unravel. What she finds could rewrite a soldier’s final moments… and a mother’s
The old janitor never said much, but his dog always knew who needed him most. Some kids thought Lucky was just a hallway mascot — until the day he didn’t get up. Nobody knew the truth behind that green bandana, or the pain hidden in those limping legs. And when a girl found a vet
The old beeps came from the attic, like ghosts tapping in code. He hadn’t touched that Atari in decades — not since that final game. One friend moved away. One score was never settled. Now he was seventy, alone, and staring at a blinking cursor. It was time to find out who really won —
Evelyn still hears sirens in her sleep — even though the headset’s been silent for years. She tells herself the calls she answers now aren’t real. But tonight, a young voice breaks through the static… begging for help. Something in her bones says this isn’t a prank. And deep down, she knows: some ghosts don’t
He hadn’t spoken to his brother in 19 years. Then one rainy morning, he found their childhood TV buried in the attic. The screen was cracked, the knobs rusted — but he couldn’t throw it away. He turned the dial and waited. When the static finally cleared, the past came roaring back. 📖 Part 1
