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Griefhouse. Content Warning.
Griefhouse Marla didn’t know why the house called her. On a rainy evening, it appeared at the edge of the road, dark and half-hidden by mist and overgrown hedges. She had passed it countless times, always curious, always turning away. That day, something in her chest tightened — a pull she could not resist.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Fiction
The ash season . Content Warning.
No one knew why he did it. The billionaire — known in whispers as Greyson — didn’t announce his games, didn’t publish invitations. One morning, a random name appeared on his list, and by nightfall, they were gone.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Fiction
Memory
All he had in his life was memory. The house sagged beneath the weight of years, timber groaning under rain and neglect. He moved through its narrow halls like a ghost, brushing dust from the shelves, touching remnants of lives once lived. Each object held her imprint, every shadow whispered her name.
By Vincent Otiri5 months ago in Fiction
Duty
All he had in his life was duty. The armor leaned against the wall, dented and scratched by decades of war. Each mark was a story, a memory of battles fought under scorching suns and storm-filled skies. His hands trembled as he polished the breastplate, tracing the gouges like a map of every life he had taken, every friend he had lost.
By Vincent Otiri5 months ago in Fiction
Silence
All he had in his life was silence. The hollow bell in the temple no longer sang; its bronze throat was cracked from years of neglect. Dust lay thick upon the altar, motes dancing lazily in the dying candlelight, like ghosts of prayers long forgotten. The incense he lit fought the air, sweet and sharp, but it could not mask the stench of absence.
By Vincent Otiri5 months ago in Fiction
5 Horror Films with the Worst Alien Invasions in Sci - Fi History
One of my personal scares when it comes to horror movies is alien invasions. I have seen my fair share of alien invasion films, and I'm a huge fan of this genre. This article will be going over alien invasions that involve the takeover of the whole world, so I won't be going over films like John Carpenter's The Thing, since that alien only attacked two groups of people.
By Emy Quinn5 months ago in Fiction
Letter Ashes
There was a subtle scent of dust and cedar in the wardrobe. It had been years since Margaret had opened it. Her late husband's suits were still in it, immaculately ironed, as if he might come in and require one for Sunday service. A forgotten train ticket was still in the pocket of his favourite grey overcoat, which hung by the side. She told herself that she saved these things for memory, but the reality was more straightforward: she couldn't bring herself to break the silence they held. Sunlight filtered through her bedroom's lace curtains that autumn afternoon, strewing golden patterns on the wooden floor. She was cleaning grudgingly, attempting to ignore the sadness of yet another year without Edward. She felt a strange sensation at the back of the wardrobe when her hand touched a loose lining. Below, something crinkled.
By M.Bilal5 months ago in Fiction
The Piano on the Cliff
Delicate notes from a misplaced piano echoed down the quiet forest pathway. It’s haunting tone drew one footstep after another from the lone hiker on this late evening trail. The grass crunched beneath each of his heavy boot falls. It was the only other sound that danced between the trees, the harsh impact of his boots, and the slow reverb of those piano keys.
By Connie5 months ago in Fiction
The Follower
🌿 A short story born from this art… His name was Julian, but he hadn’t felt like Julian in years. He was a construct of light and shadow, of carefully chosen filters and captions that screamed authenticity while being meticulously artificial. His life wasn’t lived; it was curated, broadcasted, and judged by the blue glow of a million tiny screens.
By Prompted Beauty5 months ago in Fiction
Mind Game
I don't exactly know why or how it happened, but I completely lost my mind. I quit my job as a chef to care for my mother, who had dementia. Maybe that's part of why it happened. She had long since forgotten that she used to call me Bumblebee, for the "Bea" in Beatrice. In fact, she didn't remember me at all. Every day, she thought I was an intruder, even when I showed her pictures of us in happier times.
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Fiction
Not Always
Jack always scheduled his summer vacations for the first week of his children's school when the weather was still warm and the teacher's weren't expecting too much. The beach was less crowded and the tourist traps had all lowered their prices for the season. He always congratulated himself on how clever he was for this. As he watched his family from his beach chair, soaking in the rays of a dog day August sun, he told himself this time was no different.
By Adam Diehl5 months ago in Fiction
Herbert. Top Story - August 2025.
A hulking figure stood in the doorway. He smelled like whiskey and clenched a cigar between his teeth. It had a cherry scent adding a pleasant smell to an otherwise horrible one. Brad and Wendy turn and their faces twist in horror. Herbert revs his chain saw; then he lets out a terrifying squeal while chasing after the couple. Wendy bashes the clown over the head. Glass shatters and candy goes everywhere. Herbert shakes his head. Brad drives his shoulder into Herbert’s belly. The clown lets out a grunt as he staggers backwards and crashes through the coffee table. The terrified couple tries fleeing out the back door.
By DJ Robbins5 months ago in Fiction