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Short Body Horror Story: “Punctures” – Beneath the Skin Lies the Horror
The turn inside the woods resulted in a delightful surprise: a small village in the mountains with a hotel to rest. The backlight of her phone illuminated the dark, dense room. The time read a few minutes passed the witching hour. She managed to sleep thirty-three minutes—a bit unfair when compared to traveling hours to Continue reading
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Short Horror Poem – “Beneath the Withering Petals”
I wish she loved me like she did her garden. Do you know how it feels to be discarded and uprooted like a weed? It’s cold all the time. Like a winter’s chill covering petals. She sprinkles her flowers with showers of love and warmth. Do you know how ice feels when it is aimed Continue reading
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Short Body Horror Story: “Hangnail” – When Pain Becomes Pleasure
It started with a sting. A sharp, nagging bite at the edge of my finger. Small, insignificant. Just a hangnail. But the more I touched it, the more it begged to be pulled. A dull ache pulsed beneath my skin, whispering that the only relief was to tear it away. My stomach twisted at the Continue reading
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Spooky Halloween Tale: “The Long Halloween”
I A thick, looming fog cloaked the night, shielding it from the moonlight. At the peak of the witching hour, the streets were void of life but full of faint echoes of running children and skittering candy wrappers. After a long night of tradition, the quietness seemed rewarding. But, down the street, on the second Continue reading
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Creepy Tale: “Sand Dunes of Sadness” – A Desert Horror Poem
In the desert’s endless night,Loneliness, a bitter blight,Hopeless whispers in the air,Dreams unravel in despair. Uninspired, the heart beats slow,Moonless skies with endless shadow,Night terrors in the silence creep,Into minds that never sleep. Sandstorms whisper hollow cries,Emptiness in boundless skies,Shadows stretch with haunting grace,In the desert’s vast embrace. No escape from sorrow’s cage,A barren soul Continue reading
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Short Horror Story: “Human Sashimi” – A Tale of Culinary Terror
Everybody in the town of Marun loved Chef Benny’s sashimi. It wasn’t difficult to please the residents of the small town. They would eat anything, even if it was cooked in a rust-filled pan; true admiration. Foreigners of the town would say this admiration was a mask of obsessive devotion, a side effect of his Continue reading
Macabre Moments 