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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 →

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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 →

Slow, Cruel.

A knife was in me, the cold metallic sharpness was right next to my heart, just above the pulmonary veins. I was catching my breath, laying prostrate, looking into the ceiling would not work, I had to do something. My... Continue Reading →

Boiling Broth

Growl... My stomach was sending a distress call to my system, prompting me to eat or to have a sip of water after two days and two nights without the basic necessities. I was out of resource when my village was... Continue Reading →

Red Lollipop

Flashlights on, I embarked into the derelict wooden house, haunted by the throes of a little child, a shrill of the night, deadening my valour, uplifting the terrifying atmosphere into a living roller coaster straight from hell. Everything was packed,... Continue Reading →

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