Horror
Penumbra - Chapter 1
Shards of terracotta clay fanned out across the yellow dirt, skipping into Choya bushes and under what was left of the exploded boat. A disquieted critter, maybe a lizard, skittered from underneath the wreckage and into the treacherous thicket of cactus in the failing light. I dropped my Red Ryder down on the boat shell and shook my head. “Not making that mistake again” I muttered to myself. It didn’t matter if the mysterious critter had a diamond ring around its little tail. Nothing was worth going anywhere near a Choya bush.
By Thomas Speerabout a year ago in Chapters
Jinn Ki Shaadi Unki Shaadi
By the third and fourth episode, I was completely immersed in the realm of this bizarre yet humorous haunted haveli. The first two episodes established the plot and introduced the characters. But now the drama has begun to find it's pace. The jinns were actively trying to scare the humans away whereas the humans were navigating through it all in the most humorous way.
By Raviha Imranabout a year ago in Chapters
Entry 1
Oct 23rd, 1897. A rainy day. Dearest journal, Standing in a desolate cemetery with plantlife growing on tombstones and unmarked graves surrounding me, my day lacks moral and empathy. I have casted all my emotions into the dark pit of despair to leave only guilt and sadness to grow. I feel drained…and devoid of any positive emotions. All because of today. Today is the day of my beloved’s funeral and as I stand with her many family and friends, dread and loneliness cast over me. The thought of being in the world without my beloved is a thought I 'd never think I would have to face. While the sun settled behind her tombstone, I can’t seem to grasp my own pondering.
By Morgan Wrightabout a year ago in Chapters
When The Wolf Spoke :Prologue. Content Warning.
An organic star ship pulsated with life, its re-entry through the thin veil of the planet’s atmosphere, ignited white hot. It’s tendrils writhed, groaning loudly as if the ship itself was in deep pain. It’s outer layer covered with thick mucus, the once wet surface sizzling under the high intensity. It shot down like a comet towards a magnificent terrestrial planet, joining the other raining array of color. This existence is a sacred cosmic dance, a dance with splendor and chaos shrouding it’s empty core. From the darkness— it’s destruction, begins creation anew: rebirth of recycled energy, where realms of consciousness and planes of reality converge into a single fragile harmony. It’s fragments warping time, and by the vastness of space, linger within bodies of burning gas scattered across the infinite night sky, seen from the surface of a beautifully rich planet called Gaia. As Mortals would one day call it Earth.. This was a particular time before humanity fully claimed dominion over ancient soil. A sacred balance existing between nature and unseen forces.
By Ghoulishtale Studiosabout a year ago in Chapters
The Conduit
“There’s no sign of the doctor aboard the station. Do you think she’s back out on that dammed boat?” asked Han. “Why don’t you let me and the guys take that thing back in with us. We could use a few days of rest and relaxation, and who better to steer her in than some frogmen?” asked Jensen.
By Jason Mortonabout a year ago in Chapters
📖 Secrets of Silence
📖the city streets were drowned in the darkness of night. Alia and Zaryab’s car moved slowly toward the newspaper office. A strange silence lingered between them. Alia’s mind was still haunted by Anwar’s “Hit List.” The shock of seeing her own name written on it was eating her from the inside. The Conversation Breaking the silence, Zaryab finally spoke: “Alia, I think you’re getting too tangled in all this. This game is not meant for ordinary people.” Without turning her eyes away from the road, Alia replied: “If I step back now, this story will remain a mystery forever. And maybe more people will be killed.” Zaryab looked at her deeply but remained quiet. At the Newspaper Office As soon as they reached the office, Alia walked straight into the editor’s room. Without mentioning the secret file, she presented a draft of an article on Anwar’s death and the mysterious circumstances surrounding it. The editor, who was used to seeing the truth only half-awake, said: “Alia, this story is big. But remember, the bigger the secret, the greater the danger.” Alia smiled and replied: “Sir, danger is just another name for my profession.” The Night Attack It was midnight by the time Alia was driving back home. The city’s streets were silent and deserted. As her car approached her apartment, suddenly a motorcycle sped up behind her. The bright headlight hid the rider’s face in the rearview mirror. Alia pressed the accelerator, but the bike chased her relentlessly. In a flash, the rider pulled a shining metal object from his pocket. A gunshot echoed through the night. The car windows shattered into pieces. Alia screamed, ducked low, and swerved the wheel. The car hit the sidewalk and came to a sudden stop. The motorcycle rider didn’t stop—he disappeared into the darkness. Ayan’s Arrival With trembling hands, Alia pulled out her phone and dialed Ayan’s number. “Hello… Ayan… someone just attacked me!” Ayan’s deep voice responded instantly: “I told you this game is dangerous. Where are you?” “Near my apartment…” she panted. “Stay right there. I’m coming.” Within minutes, Ayan’s car pulled up beside hers. He stepped out quickly, his eyes burning with both anger and concern. “Are you okay?” he asked urgently. Alia nodded, but when she looked at the shattered glass of her car, her body trembled again. Ayan bent down, picked up a bullet casing from the ground, and said gravely: “This was only a warning. The real strike hasn’t come yet.” The File and the List Ayan took Alia back with him to the mansion. There, he opened the file again on the table. “Look,” he said, “you’re not the only one on this list. The next name… is Zaryab.” Alia gasped in shock. “Zaryab? But why?” In a serious tone, Ayan replied: “Because he’s getting too close to the truth.” Alia’s mind exploded with doubt. “If Zaryab is in danger, does that mean he’s truly my ally? Or… could he also be part of this deadly game?” Closing the file, Ayan said: “Tomorrow evening, both you and Zaryab must stay alert. The enemy is ready to reveal himself.” The Secret Message That same night, Alia’s phone buzzed. An anonymous message appeared on the screen: “The price of truth is blood. Are you ready?” Her hands shaking, Alia showed the phone to Ayan. He glanced at it and said coldly: “This is not just a threat… it’s a declaration. Next time, he will strike directly.” End of Chapter 4 Through the window, a shadowy figure stood watching them. In his hand was a red marker, and on the paper before him was a list of names. First, he crossed out Anwar. Then, Alia. Now, the third red mark fell on Zaryab’s name. 🔮 Coming Next in Secrets of Silence Alia can no longer trust anyone. Ayan’s warning about Zaryab has shaken her confidence, and the mysterious list has only one message — the enemy is closer than she thinks. The next evening, Alia and Zaryab are forced to meet face to face. But is he really an ally fighting for the truth, or a pawn in the enemy’s deadly game? Meanwhile, another shocking murder rocks the city, leaving a symbol behind — a red cross mark. The killer is no longer hiding in the shadows. He is making his presence known. And this time… the target is someone Alia never expected. ⚡ Chapter 5: The Red Mark — Coming Soon…
By dabeer hashmiabout a year ago in Chapters
📖 Secrets of Silence
The shattered glass from the window still lay scattered across the floor. The wind rushed in, making the curtains sway violently. Alia shivered as she tried to steady herself, but Ayaan’s eyes still carried that same heavy fear. “What is all this?” Alia demanded sharply. “Why do you have Anwar’s file? And who is that man watching us?” Ayaan didn’t reply. He closed the file on the table, picked it up, and said quietly, “It’s not yet time to answer those questions.” Alia snapped angrily, “I’m a reporter. Finding the truth is my job. If you don’t tell me, I’ll uncover it myself!” Ayaan’s gaze remained fixed on her. After a moment, he spoke, “You want the truth? Then be ready. Truth is often like poison.” With that, he opened a copy of the file and placed it in front of her. The moment Alia saw the first page, the color drained from her face. These weren’t Anwar’s business documents— It was a black list. Dozens of names were written there—famous figures of the city, politicians, businessmen, even police officers. Beside each name was a date and a short note: “Incomplete work.” “Threat.” “Must be silenced.”
By dabeer hashmiabout a year ago in Chapters
Jinn(supernatural being) Ki Shaadi Unki shaadi
After watching the first two episodes of "Jinn Ki Shaadi Unku Shaadi", I can safely say that I am hooked. The opening scene brought a big smile to my face as it showed Wahaj Ali as Ali Chaudhary vibing to a song that we all love ( the title track of his old play). You love him from the start as he portrays a character that is young, energetic and silly who is more concerned about his instagram following than anything else. His encounter with Nadia (Romaisa Khan) was delightful and hilarious.
By Raviha Imranabout a year ago in Chapters
A Rainy Night in Central Java: When the Past Came Alive. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
That night, my three friends and I were caught in a heavy downpour on our way to a small village. The village was our destination for a community service project—we had volunteered to teach at an underprivileged school there.
By Irwan Kurniawanabout a year ago in Chapters
A Rainy Night in Central Java: When the Past Came Alive
A True Story That night, my three friends and I were caught in a heavy downpour on our way to a small village. The village was our destination for a community service project—we had volunteered to teach at an underprivileged school there.
By Irwan Kurniawanabout a year ago in Chapters
World War 3:and the Collapse of Global Economy
World War 3 and the Collapse of Global Economy Wars are never confined to battlefields. They ripple into homes, cities, and the very foundations of society. If World War 3 were to erupt, the destruction would not stop at bombs and missiles. The collapse of the global economy could be just as devastating—leaving nations powerless, trade frozen, and everyday survival tied to what little people could hold in their hands.
By Wings of Time about a year ago in Chapters
