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
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The Phantom of Thornwood Manor
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the English countryside, where the moon casts long shadows upon the rolling hills and the trees whisper secrets to the wind, there stands Thornwood Manor, a grand estate shrouded in darkness. Its ivy-clad walls and crumbling façade tell tales of bygone grandeur, while its empty halls echo with the whispers of the past. This is the tale of The Phantom of Thornwood Manor: Echoes of Despair.
By The Broken Writer6 months ago in Horror
The Cursed Manor
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the English countryside, where the mist hangs heavy and the trees whisper secrets to the wind, there stood a manor shrouded in darkness. Its ivy-clad walls bore witness to centuries of untold horrors, its halls echoing with the whispers of souls long departed. This is the tale of The Cursed Manor: Shadows of Betrayal.
By The Broken Writer6 months ago in Horror
The Curse of Blackwood Manor
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the English countryside, where the moon casts long shadows upon the rolling hills and the trees whisper secrets to the wind, there stands a manor shrouded in darkness. Its ivy-clad walls bear witness to centuries of untold horrors, its halls echoing with the whispers of souls long departed. This is the tale of The Curse of Blackwood Manor: Echoes of Tragedy.
By The Broken Writer6 months ago in Horror
A Sonnet of Star
Act I: A Fateful Encounter In fair Verona, where ancient grudges linger like the echoes of forgotten dreams, there bloomed a love as tender and true as the petals of a summer rose. 'Twas a love born of chance and fate, destined to defy the cruel hand of destiny and ignite the hearts of two star-crossed souls.
By The Broken Writer6 months ago in Families
The Haunting of Castle Ravenswood
Act I: The Arrival In the depths of the English countryside, where the mist hangs heavy and the trees whisper secrets to the wind, there stands a castle shrouded in darkness. Its towering spires pierce the sky like jagged teeth, casting long shadows upon the land below. This is the tale of The Haunting of Castle Ravenswood: A Tale of Darkness Unleashed.
By The Broken Writer6 months ago in Horror
The Shadows of Elsinore Castle
Act I: The Arrival In the land of Denmark, where the mists cling to the shores and the sea whispers secrets to the cliffs, there stands a castle shrouded in darkness. Elsinore Castle, a fortress of stone and shadow, looms over the coastline like a sentinel of the night. This is the tale of The Shadows of Elsinore Castle: A Tale of Unseen Terror.
By The Broken Writer6 months ago in Horror
The Curse of Ravenscroft Hall
Act I: The Arrival In the heart of the English countryside, where the mist clings to the earth like a shroud and the trees whisper secrets to the wind, there stands a grand estate shrouded in darkness. Ravenscroft Hall, with its towering spires and ivy-covered walls, looms over the surrounding landscape like a specter of the past. This is the tale of The Curse of Ravenscroft Hall: Whispers in the Shadows.
By The Broken Writer6 months ago in Horror
The Vein of Darkness
Deep in the heart of the Appalachian mountains, where the forest canopy is dense and the air hangs heavy with the secrets of ages past, lies a forgotten mine. Its entrance, hidden beneath a veil of tangled vines and gnarled roots, whispers of a bygone era when men toiled ceaselessly in search of riches untold. But the mine, like the souls of those who once labored within its depths, has long since been abandoned to the encroaching embrace of darkness.
By The Broken Writer6 months ago in Horror
The Phantom's Lament
In the twilight hours of a forsaken realm, where the moon hangs low in the heavens and shadows dance a macabre waltz upon the earth, there lies a tale of woe and despair that echoes through the annals of time. 'Tis a saga of betrayal and vengeance, of love lost and souls condemned to wander the earth for all eternity. Gather 'round, dear readers, as I spin for you the chilling yarn of The Phantom's Lament.
By The Broken Writer6 months ago in Horror
The Abandoned Asylum
In the heart of a desolate countryside, shrouded in the perpetual fog of neglect, there stood an asylum forgotten by time and memory. Its once-grand façade now crumbled like the fractured psyche of its former inhabitants, bearing witness to the unspeakable horrors that had unfolded within its walls. The abandoned asylum was a place of whispers in the dark, where the echoes of tortured souls lingered like specters, haunting the minds of those who dared to tread upon its unhallowed grounds.
By The Broken Writer6 months ago in Horror
The Haunted House
In the realm of mortal existence, there exists a dwelling shrouded in the pall of terror, where the very walls resonate with the echoes of souls long departed. 'Tis a domicile cloaked in darkness, where the veil between the living and the dead grows thin, and specters roam with impunity, their ethereal forms haunting the living like phantoms in the night.
By The Broken Writer6 months ago in Horror
THE HORROR OF THE WOODS
In the eerie depths of the dense, shadowed woods, where moonlight dares not penetrate the thick canopy overhead, there lies a tale of terror whispered amongst the twisted branches and gnarled roots. 'Tis a story that sends shivers cascading down the spine, where fear prowls like a hungry beast in the dead of night.
By The Broken Writer6 months ago in Horror