Equilla Beasley
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Hello! I'm a 24-year-old horror and fantasy writer looking to gain experience on this wonderful platform! I'll write the occasional short story about existential topics.
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He's Good with his Hands. Content Warning.
People’s Exhibit 78 in the Case of Neven Jovic “Today’s date is Wednesday, March 8th, 2022. The time is presently 2:22pm. We’re inside the Private Incident Detail, room 782, at Supernatural Unearthing Society’s Main Headquarters. Present is Lead Investigator Amira Asfour, Investigator Amos Lockheart, and for the record, your full name?”
By Equilla Beasleyabout a year ago in Horror
The Manifestation
A smile is a pitiful sticker affixed to one’s face to hide the frown underneath and the sadness deeper within. Renn was well aware of this fact as he had become an expert at putting on his smile every day while the darkness swirled inside of him. Even as he took the first sip of his drink, the smile did not waver; he had done an excellent job today. His smile was perfect, and no one would be able to tell otherwise.
By Equilla Beasley2 years ago in Horror
Regale Me, O' Sweet Death
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Its milk-colored wax evaporated and flowed through the dank air of this forgotten place. It brought no sweet smells to drive away the pungent stank of rotting wood, but it carried something within itself that was not from this world.
By Equilla Beasley4 years ago in Horror
The Dark Expedition
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They were once lizards that crawled along the ground and through the roots of the great Arch Trees, but now they soared to their canopies and roosted there among hovels inhabited by low-lives and mercenaries. This was the region of Arcadia, one of the few where humans still reigned after The Blackening.
By Equilla Beasley4 years ago in Fiction
Nonsense Makes True Meaning
Fallen leaves littered the quiet, rolling hills under the twilight, purple sky. Filled with the oh-so mundane movement of the birds in their delicately woven nests and the squirrels that sped through trees like snails through syrupy wastelands. Oh, how beautiful the unnamed land in its lifeful tragedy—yet still so lifeless.
By Equilla Beasley4 years ago in Fiction
Deal with the Devil
Context, I made this story to fulfill a specific prompt: (At 18 you got your power; the ability to vaporize anyone you wish with just a touch. By 38 you’re the most feared villain the world has known. However, exactly 20 years to the day, your first victim rematerializes. Turns out you’ve just been sending people 20 years into the future all this time)
By Equilla Beasley4 years ago in Fiction
Ascension: Chapter 1
500 miles out, the last traces of civilization mere pebbles under the soles of hiking boots. Ancient oak trees surrounded us on all sides. The sun had long since left us, consumed by the ocean of bark. Only the sound of our laughter pierced through nature's cage—our idiotic jokes falling on the deaf, unfeeling ears of the world around us. It howled back an equally cold wind.
By Equilla Beasley4 years ago in Horror
Black Hole
All light was gone. Its warm touch that caressed his ailing figure faded ever more into the darkness. It was now a memory, a distant sight that reached out to him. A stretched-out hand could maybe grasp it! Just one more time. To be warm just one more time would be a blessing—yet such things are a lie.
By Equilla Beasley5 years ago in Horror
