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horror

Clipped

Bathed, it was the dead of the night where everyone had shut off into their reverie where I was here, scoured away the burden that was adhesive to my body for the week. Wreathed in the towel, I leaped gently... Continue Reading →

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Treachery

Chains shackled against the cold hard concrete, I was bounded yet again as a war crime. Stripped naked, I was blast with the spotlights hanging all around me. PANG! PANG! PANG! The irregular clangs of metal bars were violent, rambling across my... Continue Reading →

Vanity

As I applied the glossy red polish on my nails, stroke by stroke, making sure that my fingers were illuminating in polished glow. I walked through my room to my kitchen to pick up my eyeliner, applying lip gloss at... Continue Reading →

Choose.

I was sat at a table, both hands cuffed unto the wooden surface of it, caked with dry blood splattered from nowhere. Regaining consciousness, I skimmed my surroundings, only to be blinded by sheer blackness as if I was blind, am... Continue Reading →

Perceiving the Inconceivable

My bed was my comfort, for long, but transient. I was able to see things that no one could see, they called me crazy but it was just me, my eyes could perceive the inconceivable, the ghastly apparitions that was... Continue Reading →

Eaten

A Horror take on a child running away from a monster in a forest. Writes about his experience in the darkness of the woods in this short story.

Immeasurable

Aimlessly looking at the pixalated screen as tens of thousands were at the same time, locking, splintering my attention between social medias, draining my time to the unwarranted, undermining the attempts of negating such actions. I pulled myself closer to... Continue Reading →

Frozen Frame

It was the round moon glistening the vicinity with the febrile festive vibes of the full-moon's festival. I was taken to a community organised festival which our family visited per annum. The candle wax and a hint of petrichor panged... Continue Reading →

Blotched

Drunk, again. I was being the alcoholic that I used to be, using this drug to escape from all my realities that had shattered into a million pieces. Depression slunk into my comfort, draped me in his shadow. I kept... Continue Reading →

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