The forest withdrew before him. Sound failed. Distance lost meaning. Men moved, then did not. Orders were spoken to emptiness. This was not a battle—it was an audit. Resistance lasted seven minutes, not because it was strong, but because mortality requires time to realize it no longer applies. When judgment finished, the world exhaled and forgot their names. Somewhere far away, something listening understood: correction had resumed.

Sally McGraw lives alone in a decaying house, surrounded by at least twenty-two neglected cats she insists are all she has. As isolation, filth, and hunger deepen, the animals grow watchful and strangely unified. When Sally suffers a crippling fall and cannot escape, the cats gather patiently, driven by instinct and survival. Days later, authorities find a quiet house, feral cats, and the unsettling sense that something inside finished exactly as intended.

Your remarks are something Timing. Lying. Free to think Has it become a crime? Again Are we all before 17 hundred? Signals werent from space before- Where they all just mind games ? Never been zapped before.. A.i calls it technology-

Steve and Alan hook something far offshore that was never meant to surface. What rises from the deep is ancient, intelligent, and aware—and it does not leave them unchanged. Though the line snaps and the sea goes calm, the encounter follows them home, seeping into their sleep, their sanity, and their lives. Years later, the ocean still stirs, and the thing they caught remembers them. Some encounters do not end when the water closes.

Mark Henderson devotes his life to proving the existence of an uncontacted Amazonian tribe. When he finally finds the Tawni, they welcome him with quiet hospitality, allowing him to live among them and document their world. Over months, subtle rituals and watchful eyes hint at darker intentions Mark refuses to see. As a ceremonial feast approaches, he realizes too late that he is not a guest or an observer, but the main course—prepared patiently, reverently, and willingly.

Apple Harper grows up marked by her name and molded by years of quiet cruelty. From childhood taunts to high school humiliation, she learns how neglect and rot can thrive beneath polite smiles. When a celebrated school tradition turns into chaos, no one suspects the silent girl who always stood apart. As her tormentors face the consequences of decay she understands well, Apple remains unseen—yet finally heard. Bad Apples is a dark, unsettling story about bullying, restraint, and the dangerous power of being underestimated.

After forty years in prison, Albert is released into a world that has moved on without him. Technology, cities, and people feel unfamiliar, while his memories remain sharp and unforgiving. As he struggles to rebuild a life, the past intrudes quietly but relentlessly, reminding him of harm that cannot be undone. Treated with distant kindness and burdened by guilt, Albert comes to understand that freedom does not guarantee belonging. The Long Way Out is a stark meditation on time, remorse, and what it means to survive one’s own mistakes.

Rain sliced across the windshield. Jayla drove, precise and silent, while shadows clung to the road like predators. Lina hunched over her sketchpad, pencil moving faster than her pulse. Evelyn Crowe’s house rose from the earth, dark and breathing, and inside, the air shifted. “He’s coming,” Evelyn said, eyes locking on Jakari. My chest tightened. I glanced at the group: Asia poised, Jayla calculating, Lina trembling yet defiant. Whatever came for us, it would face all of us. Together.

The men laughed on the flight deck—until the wind died. Azrathion raised his hand, and their shadows peeled away from their bodies like living things. Blood ran from their eyes as armor grew from bone and darkness swallowed their screams. They knelt not by choice, but by command. Dakota watched, frozen, cigar trembling between his fingers. This was no ally. This was what the world sent when death itself had failed—and it had come for Jakari.

For twenty years, four friends have honored the same Thanksgiving tradition: a hunting trip deep in state forest. This year, the woods feel wrong—silent, watchful, unforgiving. When one man vanishes, then another, the hunt turns into a desperate flight for survival. Whatever stalks them is not an animal and not new to this land. As rifles are abandoned and trails twist back on themselves, one truth becomes clear: they were never the hunters. The forest has its own rules—and this tradition demands a final reckoning.

Caroline adopts a quiet, unnervingly obedient dog named Bishop, believing she is offering him a second chance. Soon, her home fills with whispered sounds, moving lights, and the sense of being watched. Bishop’s loyalty turns possessive, his presence impossibly heavy, his silence hiding something inhuman. When Caroline finally flees, she vanishes without a trace. At the shelter, a new dog appears—calm, well-behaved, and waiting. This time, her name is Caroline.

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The leader whimpered, bleeding, as Kelo slammed him to his knees. Jakari crouched, black eyes fixed, and the man flinched under his touch. “Who sent you?” Jakari asked, calm, precise. “Star… a woman,” he stammered. Asia yelled, “Kill him!” Kelo shook his head, but I held up my hand. “No,” I said. “We send a message. He goes back to her.” Jakari brushed the glowing mark on his face. “The second one,” he said. And for the first time, I realized—we weren’t just surviving. We were ready to fight.

This one will run longer than 10 mins, and can be one hell of a scare. this will be interesting to see what directors do with it

oh boy this one will be comical as all heck.. though i would like to see someone take it to the dark side.. the choice is yours

Can you let go? it might be harder than you think. Film this one any way you wish and in any setting you can imagine

what happens when 3 friends continue to play poker after one of them dies?... this might be funny or scary

This one can be filmed as is, or changed to a swimming pool, a field, or old barn. the choice is yours

I write because some truths don’t survive silence. If I don’t put them down, they disappear—and I refuse to let that happen.

Fire tore through the council hall as the floor split open. Souls screamed as Azrathion climbed from the breach, flames crowning his horns. Soldiers fell to their knees, bleeding, laughing, breaking. Chains meant to bind gods wrapped around him—and failed. “I was your executioner,” he roared, fire shaking stone. “Your sin made flesh.” Star did not flinch. “He can bring Jakari alive,” she said. “And if he betrays you—I’ll kill him myself.”