No one remembers the night the moon vanished… only the red light that replaced it. The air stilled. Shadows shifted. And a girl with a skull mask stepped from the dark like she’d been waiting centuries. Star didn’t speak of the dead—she carried death with her. One swing of her blade, and Kylee’s life was gone. Now Ja’kari knows the truth: the Blood Moon isn’t a warning. It’s a calling. And Star is the one answering it.

Tristan a young Lilliputian man wakes up to begin his long day at work in a world filled with giants.

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Marcus, a graduate student in folklore, had heard rumors about Evelyn’s disappearance. He specialized in haunted architecture, the way buildings seemed to absorb trauma. When he learned the house had been abandoned again, he couldn’t resist.

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A story of a fucked up mess and living life like there's no tomorrow absolutely 0 self control and living crazy and maybe learn something from me

He should run. Leave. Call someone. But something about that voice—her plea—anchored him in place. “Ma’am?” he tried again, forcing the words out. “I’m going to open the door.” He pushed it slowly. The hinges groaned. Inside, the bathroom was pitch-black, the only light coming from the faint glow of the hallway behind him. The tub sat half-filled with murky water, rippling faintly though the air was still. Then he saw it. A hand—wrinkled and pale—rose from the water, fingers trembling. Vincent lunged forward. “I’ve got you!” he shouted, grabbing her wrist. But the moment his skin met hers, the water went still—solid, like glass. Her hand stiffened beneath his grip, and her face emerged just beneath the surface, eyes wide open. Not breathing. Not alive. He stumbled backward, gasping. The reflection in the water shifted. The woman’s face was still there—but it wasn’t hers anymore. It was his.

It's a story I started based on my surroundings and I mixed it with a little story telling and wanted to shed light on natives that are in my walk of life but also to humanize use and to show others in my position or in similar positions that it's not to late to learn the ways of our ancestors and be traditional it's about where your heart is at and where you want to go I hope that u enjoy it as well any weed back would be greatly appreciated and welcome it's my first attempt at being an actual author or something like it . Hope it entertained you.

“The wall split open, revealing a darkness deeper than night.” Evelyn thought she inherited a house. The house thought it inherited her. Whispers in the walls. A locked room that opens itself. And a chair that waits. Read the full story—if you dare.

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The house on Calder Street had no front door—only a narrow alley that led to a rusted iron gate, and beyond that, a courtyard of broken tiles and dead vines. It was said the house had been built backward, its windows facing inward, its walls thick with secrets. No one remembered who lived there now. Only that someone did.

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A short horror depicting the grief-induced descent into madness of a mother, Evelyn, who lost her son to stillbirth.

I plan to get you hooked. See I am like a drug you will not want to quit, you may think of NA, but you will not stick with it. My words are like the precursor to cocaine, draws you in slowly and put its hook deep in your brain. By the time you are addicted it is too late, now I have you in my grasp you are the bait.

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I had just got into bed when I heard a knock at the door here in the Swiss Alps it is common for friendly neighbors to knock at the door all the time I open the door and I saw this gentleman that was dressed very different from what I was used to when I open the door he introduced himself as venkin I asked him what he wanted and he said th

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For ten thousand years, Gemini wanders the endless void of the Dream Realm—alone, eternal, and forgotten. Time loses all meaning as silence becomes his only companion and despair his shadow. But when all hope seems lost, a light breaks the endless night. From that radiance emerges Andromeda, the second dreamer—a being of creation and warmth who brings color, sound, and life to Gemini’s prison. Together, they shape the Dream Realm’s first landscape: mountains, rivers, and skies born from imagination and hope. From her hands rises a grand castle—Terminus, Gemini’s new home and throne. The Zodiac King learns what it truly means to protect. And though Andromeda must return to the waking world, her promise to come back fills Gemini with something he thought he’d lost forever: hope. Make sure to read the prologue first if you have not already as the exciting conclusion is about to unfold.

If you read burning plans, then this is a character from within that story, Saoira. I decided I wanted to make a backstory for them since they’re like basically the main character. I tried my hardest to write from inside their head and from when they were younger, so this is them around age 10 to 12/13. Also, there was that I thing that makes the words slanted in my doc that I was writing it originally, but when I pasted it in here, it did not keep any of those and I’m too lazy to fix it so. HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! lolz (I need to revise but I know I shouldn’t do it until like I actually finish writing the main like everything and then I should go to the editing stage but my OCD… UGHHHHH)

A missing fifteen-year-old girl finds herself in a parallel universe similar to her family's home, and something feels off about it. Everything doesn't seem to be normal, for she comes to realization that she is not in her home. Enduring terrors and exploring the depths of her dread, she comes to accept a grueling truth. Will she escape from her pain to find her way back home, or will she remain in her new home in the dark.