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Supernatural Mysteries Unraveled in Willowbrook
Once upon a time, in the quaint town of Willowbrook, there were rumors of strange occurrences. Lights flickered without cause, eerie whispers echoed through empty streets at night, and shadows seemed to dance in the moonlight. But amidst the mystery, a group of teenagers—Emma, Alex, Maya, and Liam—decided to unravel the secrets lurking in their town.
By James Fareke2 years ago in Fiction
Night Terrors. Content Warning.
I watched myself die last night; I died on Tuesday as well. As a matter of fact, I have watched myself die 17 times in the last month. Each one more gruesome and violent than the last. The first couple times I died, as you would expect, were really unnerving. I could see what was happening before it happened and I began to frantically yell and scream at my dreaming self, to wake up and watch out. I flailed around anxiously warning myself to "stay out of that room" or "look behind you." Twice, I did my best to stop myself from drinking from random or abandoned bottles that I knew had been poisoned, and every time, I helplessly watched in horror, as I disregarded my cries and died.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Mind
Dr. Evelyn Carter sat behind her mahogany work area, the faint light of the late evening time creating long shaded areas across her jumbled office. The racks were loaded up with books on brain science, every one a demonstration of her long lasting devotion to figuring out the intricacies of the human psyche. Today, she anticipated another patient, one whose case vowed to be basically as complex as the mazes she had read up for a really long time.
By Dreamscape 2 years ago in Fiction
Con Of Humanity
Beneath Mount Etna “This is why you are here,” Clement said. The subterranean oasis was vast, breathtakingly bewitching and uncomfortably hot. It appeared to stretch on for miles in all directions but Rosalie couldn’t be sure if that was physically true or simply a clever trick of the eye. Either way, it was terrifyingly beautiful.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
The Crimson Balloon
The crimson balloon drifted serenely above the obsidian waters of the lake, a vibrant orb of warmth in a landscape cloaked in the heavy, brooding hues of twilight. It hung suspended between worlds, a pulsating heart against the tumultuous, storm-laden sky. Below, the lake mirrored this floating beacon, each ripple an artist’s brushstroke in the shifting masterpiece of reflection.
By Caleb Lahr2 years ago in Fiction
Author of Visions. Content Warning.
Redness made up the river Seine. On the waves read the name in bright white Impact typeface, PARIS. A woman talked on the phone, walking along the water. She spoke with hushed tones all the while. Her face could be cupped and held with tenderness.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
