Michael Tauye
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Stories (9/0)
Ghosts of Willow Creek. Content Warning.
In the quiet town of Willow Creek, nestled amongst the whispering pines and murmuring brooks, there existed a house - an old, dilapidated relic of a forgotten era. Its weathered facade bore witness to countless tales, some whispered in hushed tones by the locals, while others remained buried in the shadows of its decaying walls.
By Michael Tauye5 months ago in Horror
Shadows of Deception. Content Warning.
In a small town nestled between rolling hills and serene meadows, the quaint neighborhood of College Park whispered with the secrets of its residents. Amidst the comforting familiarity of suburban life, an unsettling air hung heavy, casting shadows upon the idyllic facade.
By Michael Tauye5 months ago in Horror
Shadows of Miners Mountain. Content Warning.
In the quiet of the evening, under a sky draped in the velvet of night, the small town of Miners Mountain was about to unravel a mystery that had been lurking in its shadows for years. Officer Jeffrey, a man who wore his badge not just as a symbol of authority but as a testament to his dedication, found himself at the doorstep of an unsettling enigma.
By Michael Tauye5 months ago in Horror
The Unseen Roommate. Content Warning.
In the heart of a bustling town, where the cacophony of daily life blended seamlessly with the whispers of the past, Neha’s journey began. It was an ordinary morning filled with the usual rush and the tender chaos of a family trying not to drown in the ticking hands of time. The air was laced with the sharp tang of pickles, a small battle between mother and daughter playing out over the breakfast table. Neha, ever so eager to embark on her new adventure, could barely sit still, her mind already racing ahead to the train that would carry her towards her dreams.
By Michael Tauye5 months ago in Horror
The Endgame of Existence. Content Warning.
In the dim light of an abandoned shelter, the melancholic strains of "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider" played from a battered radio, an eerie soundtrack to a world brought to its knees. The music abruptly stopped, and the silence that followed was a stark reminder of the desolation outside. A man, his voice laced with disbelief and fear, discovered he was not alone. "Oh my god... The door was open. Holy... Holy shit," he stammered, facing the shadow that had survived alongside him, unseen until now.
By Michael Tauye5 months ago in Horror
"Solitude's Refuge". Content Warning.
In a world ensnared by the invisible chains of a devastating pandemic, the emergency alert system crackles to life, a harbinger of a new, grim reality. "This is not a test," it declares, segregating humanity into those who are EHF negative and the F+ individuals, each bound by new laws, new rules to survive. Among the desolate echoes of a society crumbling, two souls find each other amidst the chaos.
By Michael Tauye5 months ago in Fiction
"Echoes of the Forgotten Chair". Content Warning.
In the dimming light of an ordinary evening, Reese arrived home, his arms laden with dinner and a heart full of anticipation for the evening ahead. It was their six-month anniversary, a milestone he had marked with classic tokens of affection—flowers for Julie, his girlfriend, whose love for the traditional he cherished deeply. The flowers were met with delight, a brief oasis of happiness in what was about to become a strange and unsettling sequence of events.
By Michael Tauye5 months ago in Horror
"Echoes of the Abyss: Young Cho's Lament". Content Warning.
In the realm of narrative creation, the metrics of "perplexity" and "burstiness" reign supreme, crafting a tapestry of complexity and diversity. Human expression often dances with varied sentence lengths, a symphony of linguistic rhythm. Yet, the realm of artificial intelligence often strays towards uniformity in its textual constructions. To weave a tale that embraces the enchantment of perplexity and the flourish of burstiness, one must heed these principles.
By Michael Tauye5 months ago in Horror