Hearing is a gift, and very few still enjoy it. It is strange how an aptitude can bring its own end. No organizations have reached a consensus on what triggered the incident; that disparity is not only caused by the newfound difficulty in discussion. Some say the cacophony was a…
As commanded by divinity, there are very few crimes that can be forgiven. Intruding in the rightful domains of a king is not one of them. The forests are only his to rove, full of the forage and game that he may one day claim. The sight of these imprints…
Things had not been easy lately. His luck had run out long ago, sending his life into a downwards spiral. He was trapped in a vicious cycle of misfortune. Shunned by family, cast away like rubbish, forced to find a new home. There was not a lot of money to…
Based on a prompt ("A.B." thank you for telling me about your nightmare). Warning: Psychological horror and gore. How it started, no one knew. Worst of all, few could afford to ponder it much now. Survival was not easy, and every single second spent unalert could lead to death. There…
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…
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…
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…
Justice is not always moral; morality is something to debate, something that changes each century. Sometimes... even after millions of years, it is still pondered and studied. Who defines justice?