Consider reducing the volume before playing. If you have any songs that remind you of any scene/character, leave a comment! (List is updated every time I find a new song). Alexis Golden wings Dance with the devil (Aurora version) Lyrics Here I standHelpless and left for deadClose your eyesSo many…
“What-“ He paused for a few seconds, staring at the presence in terrified awe. It was eerily still, until he managed to finally stammer something. “What the hell are you?”Death leaned her head very slowly, with the tranquility of a setting sun. The room seemed to grow even darker when…
He hated unpredictability, oh so very much. Furthermore, his luck was never the best. When things went wrong, they usually did so fast and all at once. When he was cast into this world, he learned to interpret everything as a bad omen. In that, he had not changed. He…
Warning, the following post contains references to racism, implications of terrible crimes, corpse defilement, and uncanny descriptions of bareness. To put it plainly, it can make you uncomfortable. If you have Ommetaphobia, close the page. Writing exercise on horror (POC/American feedback appreciated, if details are flawed). We’ve got a…
“I wish the weather had been this pleasant then…” William leaned a little on the driver’s seat to look back, smiling apprehensively as he added. “Maybe, just maybe, we could go out again to the countryside, someday? Not to fly a plane, of course.”Those loving and regretful eyes soon looked…
Warning, animal lovers, do not read. The events in this short story can upset you, more so if you've had/have pets. Losing a loved one is one of the most heart-wrenching feelings in existence. It tears you inside out, and many are unable to control tears or half huffed breaths. The…
Pain, it was coursing through his body. It was a sensation he knew well. Such familiarity overwhelmed his dazed mind, bestowing him a dream that felt all too vivid. The memory was both dreadful and bittersweet. As he laid cold and beaten, he mistook aching for famine. He felt small,…
Sleep. She used to hate it. Nightmares would plague it, composed of memories, mixed with monstrous delusions. She would not only hear her family shriek in the daylight but also in her slumber. Unable to move, trapped by her own exhaustion, she could not close a door to shield herself…
It felt eternal. Exhaustion was draining her, and she felt like she had been crawling for hours. Yet she did not give up. She could not see a thing, not even her hands, but she kept moving through the narrow tunnel without pause.Her will was what allowed her to reach…
Even the toughest of humans was susceptible to the merciless world in which they lived. When faced with harsh weather, dangerous predators, or their own needs, they were nothing more than fragile piles of flesh.A small fire glinted in the darkness; it had been ignited reluctantly, due to necessity. Blood…