Horror

Survivor’s Refuge
These are the ramblings of a horribly mentally scarred survivor of family violence and sexual assault…, retriggered. Now a mental prisoner. If this is a trigger … Don’t read. You were warned.
By Andrew C McDonald2 months ago in Fiction
The Halo
This story was inspired by recurring themes I've noticed in large entities. Companies going from individual people with big dreams doing a labor of love to cash hungry corporations who recycle the same crap. This genre is inspired by that, the electric state, liminality, surrealism, and other dystopian/cyberpunk themes. This story in particular draws upon religion to create a certain juxtaposition, inspired by other horror and "the salvation project". Written in November 2025 as a freshman in high school.
By Chad McBroski2 months ago in Fiction
The Ghost in My Reflection
𝘐 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦—𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘚𝘢𝘸 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘈𝘵 𝘔𝘦 It happened on a night when everything felt too heavy to carry.
By Fazal Hadi2 months ago in Fiction
Why Do Some Souls Return at 3:17 AM?. AI-Generated.
Amir woke up to the soft hum of his wall clock blinking 3:17 AM—the hour when the world is neither asleep nor awake, when thoughts walk without permission.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
The Night Postman Who Delivered Forgotten Hearts. AI-Generated.
The city was a mosaic of silence after midnight — windows dim, roads empty, and the sky stitched together with thin, patient stars. Most people slept. Most people dreamed.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
'FRANKENSTEIN' - A LONELY SOUL (REVIEW)
In Guillermo del Toro's "Frankenstein", the monster created by anatomist Victor wants to be loved but is rejected. Guillermo del Toro is a director of the unusual, who always finds beauty in the soul behind the unusual appearance. From Hellboy, The Shape of Water to Pinocchio, the characters, whether demons, mermaids or wooden puppets, all have kind hearts. In Frankenstein, a project that has been cherished for more than two decades, the Mexican director returns to the world of science fiction stories, but this time delves into the tragedy between father and son, between creator and created creature.
By HieuDinh2 months ago in Fiction
The Field Beyond the Fence
The Abernathy Academy Gleaning Club was, for all its good intentions, an exercise in optics. It was the pet project of Isabella Sterling, student council president, and the perfect bullet point for her college applications. "Community engagement," she'd declared. "It shows leadership and empathy."
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Night the Drones Returned
The Night the Drones Returned The night was colder than usual in the small Afghan border village of Sarkha. Winter had already settled into the valley, and people were trying to sleep early under heavy quilts. But on this night, no one would rest. Shortly after 11:43 PM, the familiar and terrifying sound returned to the skies. A faint hum, a trembling vibration, a noise that every villager had learned to fear. The drones had come back.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Fiction
The Ceasefire That Almost Failed Again
The Ceasefire That Almost Failed Again Ceasefires in Afghanistan have never been simple. They are written on paper but lived in mountains—mountains that do not care for agreements, politics, or promises. And on the night of the latest regional crisis, that old truth returned with frightening force.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Fiction
The Day Three Borders Burned
When Pakistan Faced Two Fronts Nobody expected the morning of 26 November to become the most frightening day in recent memory. Life in northern Pakistan began as usual—children preparing for school, shopkeepers opening their shutters, farmers heading toward fields still wet with dew.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Fiction
A Gravedigger’s Musings
Rich people, poor people, highly influential individuals, and those who have been ignored their entire lives, I see them all eventually. A white person is covered with the same dirt as the black person resting on his left and the yellow person resting on his right, or the brown person lying by his head and yes, even the red person by his feet. In my job, all people are truly created equal. It is also true that after the grieving relatives and well-wishing friends leave, never to be seen again, everyone left behind in the dirt is treated exactly the same, because they are.
By Mark Gagnon2 months ago in Fiction
Canvas
Hotel Diablos The Golden Canvas Expo. The pinnacle of artistic achievement. The place where great work was recognized. Aric gripped the invitation tightly, his pulse raced with excitement. Nine years... nine years waiting for this chance. "It's my turn now. My masterpiece will be the talk of the exhibition. No more rejection. No more failure.”
By Scott Grim2 months ago in Fiction