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The Seven Reflections
They always murmured in hushed, fearful tones that the mirror never lied—yet what if it unveiled a terror so unspeakable that mortal minds would crumble at its revelation? In the dead of night, when Jessica’s quivering eyes beheld its fractured, ghost-like surface, she did not merely confront her reflection; she beheld a raging maelstrom of spectral voices clawing mercilessly at the fragile remnants of her sanity. It began as a barely perceptible, sinister echo on the outskirts of her mind—like the rasping of dead leaves stirring memories far too forbidden—before erupting with savage ferocity into seven distinct voices, each unleashing its own brutal assault upon her very soul. While her psychiatrist dismissed it as Dissociative Identity Disorder, to Jessica it reeked of pure, unadulterated damnation.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin10 months ago in Horror
Fate
Three strangers, each torn apart by their own inner battles, found themselves simultaneously repelled and irresistibly drawn to the crumbling carcass of an abandoned psychiatric hospital. The air was a suffocating shroud, oppressive and murky, as if the very atmosphere were warring with their hesitant steps, clinging to the derelict walls like a vindictive spirit. Every corridor seemed to murmur secrets of a long-forgotten past, leaving them suspended in a paradox: the desperate urge to flee clashed violently with an equally fervent compulsion to seek out the hidden truths.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin10 months ago in Horror
Tech Gremlins and Creative Chaos on Vocal Media
For many writers,Vocal Media is often a haven for creativity and expression. The platform offers a stage to share stories, articles, and thoughts with a vast audience. But sometimes, even the most reliable stage has its flaws. When Vocal Media's tech gremlins decide to wreak havoc, creators are left scrambling for solutions.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin10 months ago in Writers
The Puppet's Strings
The relentless ticking of the clock echoes like an unyielding drumbeat, breaking through the heavy silence. The room is engulfed in shadow, illuminated only by the eerie glow of a television casting static like distant cries. Jacob perches on the couch's edge, his hands trembling as if caught between fear and disbelief. He struggles to remember the exact moment it all started—a seemingly harmless message arrived weeks ago: "You see it too, don’t you?" At the time, he dismissed it as a silly prank. Now, a chilling certainty battles with his doubt, gnawing at his mind.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin10 months ago in Horror
Ludus Infernum
The storm clawed at the cabin, its wails seeping through the decayed planks. Mia, Ryan, Jenna, and Lucas huddled by the dying embers of the hearth as shadows danced on the walls with every gust of wind. A shared boredom gnawed at them—until the discovery.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin10 months ago in Horror
The Last Judgment
The earth convulsed violently under the crushing burden of its sins, as if a malevolent inferno had seared an indelible scar into the very heart of the planet. The once serene stretch of daylight was devoured by a merciless, insatiable void that consumed the sun—and with it, obliterated every last shred of hope.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin10 months ago in Horror
FBI Warns of Rising Phishing Attacks Targeting Gmail and Outlook Users
As highlighted in a recent Apple News report (Apple News), the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) has issued an urgent alert regarding an uptick in sophisticated phishing scams targeting users of popular email services like Gmail and Outlook. These cyberattacks are designed to manipulate individuals into revealing sensitive personal information or unknowingly installing malware by masquerading as trusted entities.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin10 months ago in 01
Unearthing the Horror: A Self-Editing Epiphany on “Serpent’s Dominion”
"Serpent's Dominion" explodes onto the scene with an atmosphere so charged it nearly burns the pages—every inch of the island thrums with violent, sinister life. The ground rumbles ferociously beneath his feet—a deep, malignant heartbeat pulsing from the island’s core, as if the very earth were a ravenous beast preparing to strike. This opening salvo not only drags readers into a vortex of relentless impending doom but makes them acutely aware that every tremor is the foreboding drum of a monstrous force lying in wait.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin10 months ago in Critique
Utopia's Hidden Costs
Envision a world so advanced that every human need is preemptively addressed, obliterated before it even surfaces—a society where technology has not just tackled but utterly annihilated all our problems. This is a future propelled by revolutionary breakthroughs, a utopia where poverty, hunger, and disease are nothing but distant echoes of the past. In this perfect existence, cities levitate above the Earth, fueled exclusively by pure, renewable energy. Automated systems have seized control of every responsibility, mastering everything from healthcare and education to resource management with flawless precision. The entire concept of work has been radically redefined, liberating people from tasks now effortlessly dominated by machines. Humanity is now unleashed to chase its deepest passions and wildest dreams, with lives meticulously crafted for boundless happiness and unparalleled achievement.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin10 months ago in Futurism
Eternal Ambitions
Dr. Elias Mercer stood in his immaculate laboratory, his hands trembling as they hovered over the control panel. For years he had worked in secrecy, pouring his brilliance into NeuroGenesis—a serum that promised eternal life. The world balanced on the brink of a monumental breakthrough, one that had the potential to transform everything.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin10 months ago in Longevity
Electric Awakening
Consciousness returns with the crackle of a severed dream, jagged and raw, like the torn remnants of a scream that never escaped. Sound swells and recedes in waves, a distant ocean of static and noise that swallows all semblance of calm. He jerks awake, his body convulsing in panic, but he is paralyzed—immobilized, strapped to the unyielding embrace of an electric chair. His breath catches, ragged and shallow, a helpless gasp that echoes within the hollow chambers of his chest. The air is thick, smothering, an unbearable mix of burnt dust, decay, and the fetid stench of something far more sinister—something wrong. Straps cut into his skin, each one a cruel reminder of his helplessness, each pulse of his frantic heart tightening their grip until he feels his bones might snap under the pressure. The more he struggles, the more the leather and metal constrict, an iron vice on his very soul. Every desperate inhale is a battle against suffocation, the icy air sharp and bitter in his lungs, filling him with a dread that spirals deeper with each breath.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin10 months ago in Horror
