
Steph Marie
Bio
I write web content professionally but I'd rather live off my fiction, somehow. I love all things spooky, thrilling, and mysterious. Gaming and my horses fill my non-writing free time <3
Insta @DreadfulLullaby
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Stories (42)
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House of Masks. Top Story - June 2025.
I don’t remember beating him. Stabbing him. That’s what I keep telling them. The detective. The doctor. The woman with the clipboard and thick glasses who looks at me like I’m dead to her. I keep repeating it, hoping it’ll eventually mean something: “I don’t remember. I swear.”
By Steph Marie7 months ago in Horror
Resonance Ink
Amira stood before the mirror and admired her swirling gold tattoos. She wore a fitted, sleeveless, cropped tank top and short shorts. She tied her hair in a high pony, swiped on some lip gloss, and stepped out to meet her personal Golden Mask shuttle.
By Steph Marie8 months ago in Futurism
The Moon That Watched Everyone Get Everything They Wanted. Runner-Up in Tomorrow’s Utopia Challenge.
I love to watch the water move. Tonight, it moves just a little; just enough to lick at her feet—enough for her to stop walking. I’ve learned that when the sea moves without cause, they pause. They almost wonder. She turns to face the open water and smiles - enough to light up her face, but not enough to reach her eyes. I shine brighter, hoping she’ll look up. But she never does. The water laps up further, covering her ankles. She steps back.
By Steph Marie9 months ago in Futurism
White and Black and Grey
“Okay, class, let’s open our books to page three, and we’ll begin the day with a drawing exercise.” Mrs. Winter wore a cheery smile as books opened and papers shuffled. Satisfied with the sea of quiet, waiting children, she read the prompt out loud, “Draw a scene where every figure is connected to each other to represent harmonious relationships.”
By Steph Marie9 months ago in Futurism
Fall From Grace
Daniel sat stiffly in the 45th-floor waiting room, fingers tapping nervously against the chair’s armrest. The fluorescent lights buzzed soothingly but did little to settle his nerves. His phone had died, and he stared at the thick fog rolling past the windows. He’d been waiting for what felt like hours, but his mind refused to settle.
By Steph Marie9 months ago in Fiction











