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The Marionette's Father. Content Warning.
Late 1800s, France The candlelight flickered in the darkened workshop, casting shadows across the unfinished wooden puppets that hung lifelessly from their strings. The air was thick with the scent of sawdust and something fouler, something rotting beneath the fresh veneer of varnish. It had been two decades since the blue fairy granted Pinocchio his wish—to become a real boy—but time had not been kind to him.
By V-Ink Stories12 months ago in Fiction
The Yule Lurker. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The clock struck midnight as Evan Lawson pulled his scarf tighter around his neck and trudged through the icy streets of Ashwick. The Christmas lights twinkled cheerfully in windows, but Evan barely noticed. His mind was elsewhere—on the lies he’d told, the corners he’d cut, and the people he’d left broken in his wake.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Horror
What Was That?
It was late November, and the days were growing shorter, the nights colder. The small town of Wrenwood was already preparing for winter, with residents stocking up on firewood and sealing their windows against the biting wind. There was a sense of quiet anticipation in the air, the kind that precedes a long, dark season. But no one could have anticipated what would happen on the night of the 23rd.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Plague of the Deep
The Erebus, a massive cargo vessel, had been navigating the vast and desolate waters of the Southern Ocean for weeks. The crew, a hardened group of twenty, had grown used to the monotonous rhythm of the waves and the constant hum of the ship's engines. The isolation was routine, the cold biting, but nothing they hadn’t faced before. That was until the day they discovered the ancient artifact.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Horror
The Abyss Beyond
Edward Carrington had always been a man of science. An astronomer by profession, his life was dedicated to the study of the stars, the planets, and the infinite cosmos that stretched beyond human comprehension. His fascination with the universe had been a source of wonder and joy for years, but that joy began to curdle into something darker when he stumbled upon an old, weathered book at a second-hand bookstore on the outskirts of town.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Horror
The Devourer of Memories
The small town of Ashford was a place of whispers. Nestled deep in the forest, its streets were lined with old, creaking houses and fog that seemed to cling to the ground like a shroud. The town had seen better days, but it was the sudden rise in cases of amnesia that truly frightened the residents. People were forgetting things—small details at first, but soon entire chunks of their lives would vanish, leaving behind only blank spaces in their minds.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Horror
The Sinking City
The city of Arcanum was a place of mystery. Nestled on the coast where the sea met the cliffs, it was a bustling metropolis built atop the ruins of an ancient civilization whose name had long been forgotten. The old stones, weathered and worn, had been incorporated into the modern architecture, giving the city an eerie charm. Arcanum was a city of scholars, artists, and dreamers, drawn to its enigmatic past and the whispers of secrets hidden beneath its streets.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Horror
The Three Bling Mice
The air in the ward was thick with the scent of disinfectant and fear. The padded walls, stained with the evidence of countless struggles, echoed the muffled sobs of the patients. In the corner, huddled together like frightened birds, sat three men – Jasper, the eldest, his eyes clouded with the vacant stare of perpetual madness, Edmund, his youthful face etched with a permanent frown, and Bartholomew, the youngest, his gaze flitting nervously around the room, his fingers constantly twisting and untwisting a frayed piece of rope.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Horror
The Unseen Realm. Content Warning.
Elliot Ward was a painter of considerable renown. His works, known for their vivid colors and haunting atmospheres, often drew the curious and the morbidly fascinated. Yet, for all his acclaim, Elliot remained an enigma. He rarely left his studio, a cramped room on the top floor of an old Victorian house in the heart of the city. The room was cluttered with paintbrushes, canvases, and an easel that had seen better days. The walls were adorned with his past works, each more unsettling than the last.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
But… I don’t remember…. Content Warning.
The rain pounded against the windows of the small apartment, the relentless storm outside mirroring the chaos inside Detective James Mathis’s mind. His hands trembled as he stared down at the blood-soaked knife in his grip, its cold steel glinting under the dim light of the room. Time seemed to stretch, each second dragging out as the horror of the situation slowly sank in.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
What Waits Below. Content Warning.
The cold embrace of the ocean wrapped around Mark as he descended into the inky depths. His helmet light cut through the water, casting a narrow beam that revealed the long, rusted pipe he had been sent to inspect. The pipe ran along the seabed, disappearing into the black void that lay beyond the reach of his light.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Horror
Inked Secrets
Nicole pushed open the door of the tattoo shop, the bell above the entrance chiming softly as she stepped inside. The place was dimly lit, with the low hum of a tattoo machine and the faint scent of antiseptic in the air. Her long hair swayed with each step, cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. The shop was nearly empty, save for one person—a tall, muscular figure standing at the counter, his broad shoulders visible beneath the black t-shirt he wore.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Filthy
