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By Hannah Grace
After a Nuclear experiment gone wrong, Deena awakens to find the world she once knew had changed for the worse. Whilst trying to piece together her memories she decides to go out and look for other survivors but along the way she is confronted by mutated creatures and people driven mad by recent...
In my opinion, this is the best story I've ever written. A man wakes up in a cold, dark room. Why is he there? (Feedback is encouraged)
Short Story | Updated Mar 2, 2015 | Reads: 119 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This poem depicts the story of a stubborn girl who finds a new word 'LOVE' and later when she becomes a teen she goes in search for love leaving everything. And something terrible happens to her. I managed to bring the whole story in the manner of a poem.And even better it comes in multiple...
You know that saying, "The curiosity killed the cat"?
Well. This is a story where that is sadly true.
Dessie had always been compelled by the old mansion in her neighborhood. She watched it from afar, looking to see if there was any sing of people--or rather, ghosts--in the eerie house. She'd...
I've noticed the more dark and eerie you get, the more likely people are to read your shit.. kinda concerning, but let's test this theory.
By Son Of Plunder
A young individual is enjoying his precious time away from his parents and the cold outside world, but at what price?
By Samantha Wellings
What really happens during Witching Hour -- from 1 a.m. to 3 a.m. Find out with little Jane Doe in her misadventure down the hall to the ancient grandfather clock in her parents home.
Dean, once a religious man travels to the small town of Astoria, Oregon for his brother Randy. Randy says there's something in the town, something evil, not of this world.
This a Halloween type prompt i did in my creative writing class
In this brief and eerie tale, the owner of a historical property in the Mississippi Delta discovers that history often repeats itself, and that a primitive wildness exists below the facade of humanity
In this brief and eerie tale, the owner of a historical property deep in the heart of the Mississippi Delta discovers that history often repeats itself, and that a wildness ceaselessly festers below the thin facade of humanity.
A young man has been inherited a peaceful house in the woods, but when past demons come back to haunt him will he uncover what secrets the house holds?
Short Story | Updated Oct 5, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Hell R
Every night she stands there, looming over my bed. Just staring. Never moving, never speaking and never revealing what she wants.