Horror
Encounters and Dangers in the Imperceptible Domain
Many individuals say that fantasies are simply dozing blossoms, yet I accept that there are additionally things that are not resting blossoms. What is the contrast between dreams that are resting blossoms and those that are not dozing blossoms? As I would like to think, on the off chance that a bloom dozes, when we awaken we won't recall it exhaustively or enigmatically, we will try and neglect. While the people who are not resting blossoms, when we awaken we can tell it exhaustively.
Runi Al-hafizPublished about 5 hours ago in Fiction60 Seconds
Sixty seconds is all it takes to make a minute, all it takes to change a life. They say just before you die, your life flashes before your eyes, and a timeline of images takes you autobiographically through your life. I don’t know if that’s true. I’ve never come close enough to death to find out. I do know images of a life you haven’t lived yet can flash before your eyes. It's happened to me more times than I can count. But each time so far I’ve been able to push the visions of a life I shouldn’t live away.
The Invisible WriterPublished about 5 hours ago in FictionAnd the Sun Came Up Tremendous
In memory of the 12 girls who were among the first victims of the atomic age. The screen on Mara's smartphone screamed beams of blue light into her eyes as she doom scrolled through social media. It was 4:13am, and she was still laying on her side in her bed unable to let go of the news headlines whipping past.
Amanda StarksPublished about 5 hours ago in FictionA Minute is all it took
A Minute is all it took, one rainy night, to change everything. Our lives are measured by the construct of time, some say we’re ruled by it.
Lisbeth StewartPublished about 5 hours ago in FictionTo Have Loved and Lost
0:59 “Edward, do the decent thing, sign the papers.” I knew I would, but not with good grace. I would have divorced me, But I wasn’t going to make it easy for Yasmina. I am a selfish jerk and a drunk - which is why she was leaving me.
Pitt GriffinPublished about 6 hours ago in FictionAngel Of Death
Angel of Death That is what they call me, the name they know me as I don't kill people, or harm them, they do that to themselves. I may put them on the patch and give them ideas, but I have never harmed a person or an animal. I am not dangerous.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about 9 hours ago in FictionThe Whispering Woods
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest floor. Sarah trudged through the dense underbrush, her backpack heavy on her shoulders. She had always been drawn to the unknown, and tonight was no different. Ignoring the warnings of the villagers, she ventured deeper into the woods, fueled by curiosity and a thirst for adventure.
Mystical Terror During KKN, Trance Every Night
It's been more than a month since I last met Andik (not his real name), a friend who is both active in ethnic-based organizations. Andik had told me that he would take part in the Community Service Program (KKN) for one month in a certain area.
Runi Al-hafizPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionAn Unheard Echo
Smoke and chains drifted outwards in every direction, even as darkness pressed back in on all sides. Now there’s a strange thing.
Gabriel HuizengaPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionThe atmosphere of the boarding house is strange and goes back to the past
That night the atmosphere in the boarding house felt different, quiet and still, almost as if someone was lurking around. My boarding house friend, Avidh, also felt the same way. Maul, who often played at the boarding house, felt this too and decided to go home early.
Runi Al-hafizPublished about 17 hours ago in Fiction3...2...1...Here I come
60, 59, 58... Andrew Jones counts, his eyes shut tight. The other children find him peculiar, believing he possesses some strange ability. He appears to know everything, see everything, see through everything. Riley is convinced his supposed friend has some kind of sixth sense.
In A Minute We Were Dead
My boyfriend Jack and I decided we would sleep outside tonight. The sky was beautiful. We laughed as we lay our air bed on the ground. We were counting stars, and I kept miscounting them.
Carol TownendPublished about 21 hours ago in Fiction