Steph Marie
Bio
I'm a writer with a passion for horror, thriller, and all things spooky! I love to read horror and horror movies are my favourite, too. I'm also a huge metal head, passionate gamer, and I love my horses <3
Stories (4/0)
Uncovered
In the remote village of Rollinbray, the villagers lived with a pervasive fear held over their heads. At the center of their worry was a forsaken house that stood at the forest's heart, a mansion whose name was whispered in hushed, fearful tones: the Draymoore Mansion. The townsfolk were concerned that speaking the name would summon the darkness within it and bring it forth. Many were content to pretend it didn’t exist and never speak of it. The problem often fell to the ones who didn’t believe and purposely antagonized the mansion. Children loved daring each other to enter the forest and find the mansion - though it often remained shrouded in trees and fog. The successful ones risked not returning at all.
By Steph Marie5 months ago in Horror
The Shifters
“I know you’re here Abby, and darling, you’re mine.” The look on his face was terrifying. Primal. Tears started brimming just behind my eyes as terror began to take over. I was being hunted. I’d learned years ago that the hunted have two options: kill or be killed. I grabbed an arrow from the quiver on my back and carefully looked around to see Jonah, who was stalking the big tree I was hiding in. He’d figured it out and it was now or never.
By Steph Marieabout a year ago in Fiction
Cigarettes and Lyrics
_These words are burning inside of me, spent years in liquid harmony_ I haven't spoken to anyone in years. Not because I can't, not because I'm shy or scared, but because I have absolutely nothing to say to anyone around here. It started with them having nothing to say to me. All throughout elementary school I was blown off and ignored. By the time I got to high school, I was done trying to play the social hierarchy game, so I quit. I gave them what they wanted. They don't speak to me, I don't speak to them. Music is my only communication now. The lyrics understand what no one else does. They speak for me. It’s all I have left at this point.
By Steph Marieabout a year ago in Fiction