Cameron Deschenes
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I love to write mostly horror stories. I’m very new hear but I would appreciate the love and support!
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Dance of Shadows. AI-Generated.
The air felt heavier. The world around Clara had changed. The once-familiar streets had cracked apart, revealing jagged gaps of blackness beneath her feet. The sky, once a dull gray, had split open, exposing a swirling void that pulsed like a living wound.
By Cameron Deschenesabout a year ago in Horror
Dance of Shadows . AI-Generated.
The shadows pressed in, thick and suffocating, whispering Elias’s name over and over. Clara stood frozen, her breath shallow, watching as his shape flickered in the darkness. His body was caught in a constant state of distortion, as though he were being pulled apart and stitched back together in real-time. His eyes—pale and hollow—locked onto hers.
By Cameron Deschenesabout a year ago in Horror
Dance of Shadows . AI-Generated.
The fog outside Clara’s window was thicker tonight, heavy and unmoving, as though it were waiting for something. She sat at her desk, staring at the half-finished sketch in front of her. It was another vision—another fragment of something she couldn’t quite explain.
By Cameron Deschenesabout a year ago in Fiction
Dance of the Shadows. AI-Generated.
The fog wrapped around Clara like a living thing, coiling tighter with each step she took. It seemed endless, a swirling sea of gray that pressed against her skin and whispered her name. She couldn’t remember how long she’d been walking, but the melody—that same haunting, dissonant tune—drew her forward, promising answers she couldn’t resist.
By Cameron Deschenesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Dance of the Shadows . AI-Generated.
The melody came again that night. It seeped through the cracks in the walls and coiled around Clara’s thoughts like a venomous whisper. She sat at her desk, her trembling hands smudging charcoal across her latest sketch—a dark, twisting figure with hollow, white eyes. It was always the same. No matter how hard she tried to draw something else, the image of The Collector spilled from her hands as if her body were no longer her own.
By Cameron Deschenesabout a year ago in Horror
