Faceless Lim
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Our anonymous writer uses storytelling to share their life experiences, giving voice to the unheard.
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There was only one rule:
The rule had been clear, etched into the cracked wood of the cabin’s entrance, but every night, the scratching from the other side grew louder, more desperate. No one ever explained why the door had to stay shut; they only warned of the consequences.
By Faceless Limabout a year ago in Horror
The House on Willow Lane. Runner-up in Unreliable Challenge.
I’m not crazy. I need you to understand that first. People like to throw that word around whenever they hear something they don’t understand, but I’m not one of those people. I’ve got everything figured out, and I know exactly what’s happening. I’m going to tell you about it, and you’re going to see that I’m not crazy. Okay? Great.
By Faceless Limabout a year ago in Writers
A Spark of Kindness
The morning sun struggled to pierce through the overcast sky on that fateful Tuesday, casting a somber atmosphere that mirrored my heavy heart as I braced myself for another lengthy, uneventful shift at the local grocery store. Clocking in for the day, I reluctantly took my place behind the checkout counter, mechanically scanning items with a sense of detachment as a steady stream of customers passed through the line.
By Faceless Limabout a year ago in Psyche
Illuminated Shadows
In the heart of a bustling city, a brilliant physicist named Dr. Aurora Lumen led a solitary life devoted to unraveling the mysteries of light. One fateful night, while experimenting with an advanced photon accelerator, a sudden malfunction engulfed her in a blinding flash. When she regained consciousness, Aurora discovered that the accident had granted her extraordinary abilities — the power to manipulate light and even transform herself into a being of pure luminosity.
By Faceless Limabout a year ago in Fiction
The Final Voyage
The sun was just dipping below the horizon, painting the sky with shades of pink and orange. On the deck of the luxury yacht *Aurora*, laughter and clinking glasses filled the evening air. The party was in full swing, with guests enjoying their final night on the Mediterranean cruise. But for Amelia Reed, the ship's lead designer, this was more than just a vacation—it was a critical moment of reckoning.
By Faceless Limabout a year ago in Humans
The Silent Spectator
Every morning, Martin sat at the same corner café, a figure of quiet routine. His weathered coat, always buttoned up despite the warm weather, and his stooped shoulders painted him as a retired detective, or perhaps a weary journalist. He always arrived at precisely 8:15 AM, taking the same seat by the window. He ordered a black coffee, sipped it slowly, and watched the world outside with a somber gaze. To the regulars, he was a man cloaked in mystery, an enigma whose presence hinted at a troubled past or a deep personal quest.
By Faceless Limabout a year ago in Men
A Dream of Autumn Leaves
Under a grand tree, a young lady sat. Dressed all warm, she was, ready for a grand adventure of a sunny day. All around, leaves cascaded, a colorful storm of autumn joy. Her thoughts wandered, as she daydreamed about a journey to the stars.
By Faceless Limabout a year ago in Poets
