Diane Foster
Bio
I’m a professional writer, proofreader, and all-round online entrepreneur, UK. I’m married to a rock star who had his long-awaited liver transplant in August 2025.
When not working, you’ll find me with a glass of wine, immersed in poetry.
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5 Underrated Heavy Metal Artists You Should Be Listening To
Heavy metal has always been my go-to genre for raw energy, emotion, and sheer creativity. While the big names like Metallica and Iron Maiden are staples in any metal fan’s playlist, I’ve found that some of the best gems in the genre are hiding in the shadows. Over the years, I’ve come across bands that don’t get nearly the recognition they deserve, even though their music is just as powerful and innovative. That’s why I wanted to share a few of my favorites—bands that I believe every metalhead should know about.
By Diane Fosterabout a year ago in Beat
How Public Art Transforms Urban Spaces
Whenever I walk through a city filled with vibrant murals, sculptures, or unexpected art installations, I’m reminded of how much public art changes how we experience urban spaces. It’s not just about beautifying a place—though that’s part of it—it’s about reshaping how people connect with their surroundings and each other.
By Diane Fosterabout a year ago in Art
A Note to Die For
He walked into the room and instantly regretted everything. The place was a mess—papers strewn across the floor, a coffee mug shattered in the corner, and the sour stench of fear hanging in the air. It wasn’t the state of the room that made Alex Falco hesitate. It was the body slumped against the desk.
By Diane Fosterabout a year ago in Horror
10 Futuristic Inventions That Show How Far Technology Has Come
Technology often surprises us with innovations that seem straight out of science fiction. These gadgets are not just concepts; they’re real and available, bringing futuristic functionality into daily life. Let’s explore ten remarkable gadgets that blur the line between science fiction and reality.
By Diane Fosterabout a year ago in 01
The Case of the Missing Moonstone
Detective Lucille Ashcroft had seen her fair share of peculiar cases, but none as strange as the one that brought her to the moss-clad estate of the Calder family. A moonstone necklace, said to have been blessed by an old forest spirit, had gone missing. While the family insisted it was a mere theft, Lucille could sense there was something more—a prickling unease that hung in the air like static.
By Diane Fosterabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers on the Wind
The swings moved in perfect unison, creaking softly as though some invisible force had set them into motion. I’d never seen the park so empty. The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the cracked pavement, but the scene felt far from serene. I rubbed the back of my neck, suddenly aware of how cold the air had grown despite the summer heat. Something wasn’t right.
By Diane Fosterabout a year ago in Horror
A Recipe for Confusion
The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted through the house, a warm, inviting aroma that felt like a hug on a cold day. Mary set her keys down, smiling. She hadn’t baked, nor had her husband, Jake. Their eight-year-old son, Ethan, was still too young to handle the oven. The mystery added a playful curiosity to the air.
By Diane Fosterabout a year ago in Horror
The Whisper in the Breeze
I heard a strange whistling sound coming from outside my window. It wasn’t the gentle murmur of wind through trees—it was sharp, almost purposeful. Pushing aside the curtain, I froze. An eerie figure swayed in the moonlight, its long limbs moving as if caught in a silent, haunting rhythm. Its glowing eyes locked onto mine, piercing through the glass with unnerving clarity.
By Diane Fosterabout a year ago in Horror
Through the Lens of Unknowing
I watched in horror as the documentary’s grainy footage played. Familiar streets blurred into a woman walking a dog—my dog—years ago. “The subject remains unaware of their role,” the narrator droned, chillingly detached. My pulse quickened. I rewound, desperate for context. There was my childhood home, my college dorm, even my first job, all filmed covertly.
By Diane Fosterabout a year ago in Horror
