Horror

You Fear, You Die!
The Whispering Town The town of Wrelmere was a place you wouldn't find on any map. It sat between two old hills that were falling apart, and it was always covered in thick fog. The people there talked in quiet voices, avoided looking at each other, and locked their doors before the sun went down. Very few people came to visit, and even fewer stayed for long.
By Miss Maryam2 months ago in Fiction
The Call That Came From My Own Number:. AI-Generated.
It became a quiet nighttime, the kind Karachi not often offers. The metropolis’s regular chaos — honking cars, stressed vendors, and the hum of generators — had softened into a unprecedented lull. I sat by using the window, scrolling through my cellphone, when it rang. nothing uncommon, besides for the caller identity.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Gift
In a small cobblestoned town in the middle of two green hills lived an old clockmaker, Elias Thorn. His workshop, tucked at the corner of Willow Street, was a symphony of crushing sounds - hundreds of clocks, ticking with a life of their own.
By Nusuki2 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Son. AI-Generated.
Before there were clocks, there was a man who listened to silence. His name was Alaric Harrow, and in the quiet town of Bellgrave, he was known only as The Clockmaker’s Son.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
When Time Sleeps. AI-Generated.
The world had forgotten the sound of ticking. It had been three hundred and twenty-one years since the Great Reset — the day the sky burned gold and the rivers began to flow forward again. Humanity called it The Dawn of Stillness.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
The City That Forgot Time. AI-Generated.
The morning it began, the sun rose twice. At first, nobody noticed. The city was always half awake, its towers glowing with endless neon, its people buried in holographic screens.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
The train was then long gone from the station, but Ava was still standing, still holding old, yellowed envelope in her fingers. The paper was soft from being opened and folded too many times. The words inside had faded, but she didn't even need to read them anymore - she knew them by heart.
By Nusuki2 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Heir. AI-Generated.
The world had changed. Cities no longer slept under stars — they hummed under neon skies and digital light. People didn’t wear watches anymore; they wore time like software, implanted beneath their skin.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Heart. AI-Generated.
In the center of a forgotten town stood a little shop called Harrow & Timepieces, its wooden sign creaking softly in the wind.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
The Shambling Mass
The Ghostbirds had made their way quickly towards their target. A small brick team of Paratroopers made up of Captain Richard ‘Hawk’ Hollis, Sergeants Emily ‘Sparrow’ Turner and James ‘Raven’ Reynolds and recruit Private Henry ‘Rook’ Bennet. The dense forest worked in their favour as it kept them from being illuminated in the moonlight. They spotted the entrance to the bunker up ahead and oddly absent of guards. Hawk signalled a halt. “Sparrow, Rook take a look, Raven and I’ll provide cover.”
By Scott Grim2 months ago in Fiction
Slide to Silence
I sit with shaking hands, gripping the head of my cane as the chair of the “Grand Arctic Committee” finishes his rehearsed speech, thanking Professor Natasha for her work on Arctic weather patterns and how we might use them to combat global warming. Through the distant sound of applause, I hear my cue.
By InkScape2 months ago in Fiction
City That Slept Under theThe Stars
When the last train left the city of Aranor, silence took its place. No smoke from the chimneys, no flickering lights from windows—only the stillness of a place that had forgotten how to wake up.
By Iazaz hussain2 months ago in Fiction