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The Dark Secrets Within
I had always felt at ease in the world of words and fantasy. My days were devoted to developing stories, delving deeply into the feelings and experiences of the characters. I did, however, have a secret as a writer. I was scared of supernatural forces, which was a phobia that chilled me to the bone and was something I had always kept hidden from the public.
By Sahil Lathwal2 years ago in Fiction
The Accident Night
The lonely road stretched out in front of me, a winding ribbon that ended at the horizon. It was the ideal location for my getaway, a getaway from the city's commotion and commotion that had for too long stifled my creativity. I was a writer looking for ideas, and I thought the quiet of the open road would give me the spark.
By Sahil Lathwal2 years ago in Fiction
The Haunted Road
Nothing could have prepared me for the terrible adventure I was about to embark on, even if as a writer I frequently find myself following inspiration down some unexpected routes. I had finally finished my most recent novel, and I was mentally spent. I chose to take a road trip down the haunted road since I needed a vacation from the outside world and had heard about it in hushed tones and whispers.
By Sahil Lathwal2 years ago in Fiction
Calculated Manipulation. Content Warning.
The air felt heavy. Or maybe that was just me. My breath was heavy. My chest filled up quickly, letting out the air much quicker than it was letting inside. God. You just sat on the other end of the couch. Your body slumped over the couch with your feet kicked up on the coffee table. Your hands covering your eyes as if you were afraid to look at me. Why couldn't you look at me? Why couldn't you face what you've done? The television screen was lit, yet no picture was shown. Only were there colors bouncing off the cracks of the screen; the cracks which appeared after you tried to put your fist through the picture. God. Was that what you didn't want to face? Your hands uncovered your face. Your head still remained resting on the back of the couch, while your feet were propped up on the coffee table. I've always hated the way you would prop your feet up on the table but there's no way I'm correcting you now.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Journey to a black hole (1)
Journey to a black hole (1 Black holes are dense and terrifying. It absorbs everything in its path, and its gravity is so strong that it bends light and distorts time. But what if I told you that we might be wrong about these cosmic vacuum cleaners?
By refat esmael2 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Willowbrook Manor
Chapter 1: The Enigmatic Estate Nestled at the edge of a dense, ancient forest, Willowbrook Manor was a looming, eerie mansion with a history shrouded in mystery. Its walls whispered secrets that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to approach. The locals called it the "House of Shadows," and for good reason.
By Designers Gang2 years ago in Fiction
The Guilty Letters
It was the third Friday of the month when she received not a letter, but a note in the post. It wasn’t all fluttering from the slit in the door and it wasn’t in any kind of envelope. It was just a folded piece of paper that lay gently upon a pile of bills. It wasn’t addressed to anyone and so, living alone, she assumed it was for her and unfolded it. It read one, simple line: I know what you did. There was no sender, no ‘from’ and certainly no ‘yours truly’. She had no idea what this note meant or where it had come from, but she did know that she was already late for her shift at the bank that morning due to staring intently at the note in her hand for almost twenty minutes.
By Annie Kapur2 years ago in Fiction
