E. hasan

Joined April 2025

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An aspiring engineer who once wanted to be a writer .

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Title: "Coney Island: The Dark Side of America's Playground". Content Warning.
Coney Island, a name synonymous with summer fun, roller coasters, and hot dogs, has a lesser-known history filled with bizarre attractions, tragic events, and criminal activities. While it has been a beloved destination for many, its past is riddled with stories that are as chilling as they are fascinating.
By E. hasan9 months ago in History
Cadence and decay. Content Warning.
Tucked into an old corner of Vienna, where cobblestone streets narrowed and fog hung low even in daylight, sat Haus der Klangkunst—The House of Sound Art.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
The final course . Content Warning.
Michel Ardoin was a culinary maestro. His restaurant, La Dernière Bouchée—The Last Bite—sat on a cobbled Parisian street, tucked like a dark gem beneath flowering iron balconies. Celebrities, presidents, royalty—people came from every corner of the globe to taste his creations. His plates were art, his flavors symphonic, his meats... unparalleled.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
The Blunt Force Butter Knife
It started with a scream, a crash, and a very confused mailman holding a bouquet of slightly wilted daisies. “I swear to God, Margaret!” shouted the voice from inside Apartment 3B. “If you’ve taken my knife again—”
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
#Glass skin. Content Warning.
The ring light flickered for a heartbeat before stabilizing into its usual halo, bathing Mia Vale’s flawless face in a celestial glow. Her fans always said she looked like a porcelain doll—“glass skin goals,” they wrote in the comments of every tutorial, every unboxing, every flawless skincare reel. But they didn’t know how close they were to the truth.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
She Left Her Voice in the Cradle
The house was never silent, though no one had lived there in thirteen years. Wind passed through its broken panes like breathing through cracked lips, and on quiet nights, neighbors whispered that they could hear someone singing lullabies—faint, soft, and unbearably sad.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
The whistler of wren hollow
The Miller family moved into the house at the edge of Wren Hollow on a rainy spring morning. It wasn’t much — the roof sagged, the floors creaked, and the woods beyond whispered in a language only trees knew — but it was theirs.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Flesh. Content Warning.
It began with the faintest sound, like a scraping on stone. It was subtle at first, almost imperceptible to the human ear. But soon, the sound grew—a dull, rhythmic scraping that echoed through the barren town. The walls of the buildings trembled with the vibrations, and the very air seemed to hum with tension.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
A widow's grief and agony and a companion . Content Warning.
Everyone in Briar Hollow knew about the abandoned Coldwell House. It sat hunched at the end of Gallow’s Lane, draped in shadows even at noon, its windows like hollowed eyes.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
Patch 6.66 — Bloodborne Edition. Content Warning.
Ricky was bored. A runaway teenager. . Another Friday night. Another download from the dark corners of the web. The game? "Hollow Sleep." Interesting.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Sent, But Could Never Speak: A Confession of Love and Heartache
this is probably the only heartbreak love themed "thing" I believe I'll ever write. a few years back I wrote a letter to my crush. writing this was so strenuous as I got really emotional writing it. my heart actually felt painful and heavy when I mastered up the courage and sent him the letter. after all these years...I still don't have him . without further adeu this is what I wrote to him-
By E. hasan9 months ago in Confessions
The Quiet Shape of Violence. Content Warning.
Violence does not always scream— sometimes, it hums behind the teeth, a lullaby in broken keys, the rattle of breath before a blow.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Poets