The Broken Writer
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I'm the Broken Writer. Horror thrills me. My Stories makes YOU see what I SEE when I write. Please follow me here
Stories (51/0)
The Forsaken Abbey
Act I: The Arrival In the shadow of the moon, where the stars flicker like candles in the night sky and the wind whispers secrets through the trees, there stands the Forsaken Abbey, a relic of forgotten times and lost souls. Its crumbling walls and ivy-covered towers loom like specters against the darkness, while the eerie silence that pervades its halls is broken only by the whispers of the beyond. This is the tale of The Forsaken Abbey: Whispers of the Beyond.
By The Broken Writer3 months ago in Horror
The Haunted Moors
Act I: The Forsaken Path Upon the desolate moors, where the mist hangs heavy and the cries of unseen creatures echo through the night, there lies the Haunted Moors, a realm of darkness and despair. Its twisted landscape is littered with gnarled trees and forgotten ruins, while the mournful wail of the wind sings a dirge for the lost souls who wander its haunted paths. This is the tale of The Haunted Moors: Echoes of Desolation.
By The Broken Writer3 months ago in Horror
The Forgotten Manor
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the mist-covered marshlands, where the moon's glow struggles to pierce the thick fog and the trees stand as silent sentinels, there stands the Forgotten Manor, a relic of a forgotten era cloaked in darkness and mystery. Its dilapidated walls and ivy-covered windows tell tales of a bygone time, while the eerie silence that hangs heavy in the air echoes with the whispers of the dead. This is the tale of The Forgotten Manor: Echoes of Dread.
By The Broken Writer3 months ago in Horror
The Shadowed Citadel
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the desolate wasteland, where the stars cast their dim light upon the barren earth and the wind carries the echoes of forgotten dreams, there stands the Shadowed Citadel, a fortress of darkness and despair. Its towering spires rise like jagged teeth against the night sky, while the chilling silence that envelops its walls is broken only by the whispers of the abyss. This is the tale of The Shadowed Citadel: Whispers of the Abyss.
By The Broken Writer3 months ago in Horror
The Haunted Castle
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the mist-shrouded hills, where the moon's ethereal light dances upon the ancient stones and the wind carries whispers of forgotten tales, there stands the Haunted Castle, a fortress of crumbling walls and shadowed towers steeped in mystery and dread. Its imposing silhouette looms against the night sky, a silent sentinel guarding secrets untold, while the eerie silence that envelops it is broken only by the haunting echoes of the past. This is the tale of The Haunted Castle: Echoes of Regret.
By The Broken Writer3 months ago in Horror
The Spectral Keep
Act I: The Intrigue of the Night Upon a realm where twilight reigns eternal, amidst the whispers of ancient oaks and the dance of moonlight upon cobblestones, there stands the Spectral Keep, a bastion of ethereal beauty and haunting mystery. Its towers reach for the heavens, shrouded in mist and memory, while the melody of unseen spirits weaves through the air like a siren's call. This is the tale of The Spectral Keep: Echoes of Enchantment.
By The Broken Writer3 months ago in Horror
Whispers of the Damned
Act I: The Arrival In the depths of the mist-covered forest, where the trees stand as silent witnesses to centuries of secrets and the moon casts its eerie glow upon the earth, there lies the Cursed Manor, a fortress of darkness and despair. Its crumbling walls and ivy-clad towers loom ominously against the night sky, while the haunting silence that pervades its halls is broken only by the whispers of the damned. This is the tale of The Cursed Manor: Whispers of the Damned.
By The Broken Writer3 months ago in Horror
The Forgotten Manor
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the mist-covered marshlands, where the moon's glow struggles to pierce the thick fog and the trees stand as silent sentinels, there stands the Forgotten Manor, a relic of a forgotten era cloaked in darkness and mystery. Its dilapidated walls and ivy-covered windows tell tales of a bygone time, while the eerie silence that hangs heavy in the air echoes with the whispers of the dead. This is the tale of The Forgotten Manor: Echoes of Dread.
By The Broken Writer3 months ago in Horror
The Phantom Abbey
Act I: The Arrival Amidst the desolate moors, where the moon casts its pale glow upon the gnarled trees and the mist weaves its ghostly tendrils through the air, there stands the Phantom Abbey, a relic of forgotten times steeped in darkness and despair. Its crumbling walls and ivy-clad spires loom ominously against the night sky, while the haunting silence that pervades its halls is broken only by the whispers of the restless dead. This is the tale of The Phantom Abbey: Shadows of Despair.
By The Broken Writer3 months ago in Horror
The Haunted Keep
Act I: The Arrival In the midst of the desolate moors, where the fog drifts like phantoms and the moon casts an eerie glow upon the land, there stands the Haunted Keep, a fortress steeped in shadows and secrets. Its ancient stones bear witness to a history shrouded in darkness, while the silence that envelops it is broken only by the mournful wail of the wind. This is the tale of The Haunted Keep: Whispers of the Forgotten.
By The Broken Writer3 months ago in Horror
The Shadowed Mansion
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the forgotten countryside, where the moon's silvery glow struggles to penetrate the thick mist and the trees whisper secrets of ancient times, there stands the Shadowed Mansion, a relic of a bygone era cloaked in darkness and despair. Its imposing facade and overgrown gardens speak of a grandeur long faded, while the eerie silence that hangs heavy in the air is punctuated only by the haunting echoes of the past. This is the tale of The Shadowed Mansion: Echoes of Desolation.
By The Broken Writer3 months ago in Horror
The Cursed Castle
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the mist-shrouded mountains, where the moon's pale light struggles to pierce the thick fog and the ancient stones of the castle loom like silent sentinels, there lies the Cursed Castle, a fortress steeped in darkness and despair. Its towering turrets and crumbling battlements stand as testament to centuries of tragedy and torment, while the eerie silence that hangs heavy in the air echoes with the whispers of the damned. This is the tale of The Cursed Castle: Echoes of Doom.
By The Broken Writer3 months ago in Horror
