Horror
The Last Resort
"Professor Benton Marsh?" As day became dusk, Benton Marsh was surprised to hear someone calling his name as he was on his way out of the school building. He turned around and saw a woman standing across from him, and it only took a few seconds for Marsh to see that she was in immense distress.
By Clyde E. Dawkins10 days ago in Fiction
Dungeon mystery
In the heart of the ancient city of Elaria, hidden beneath the cobbled streets and grandiose spires, lay a dungeon shrouded in mystery. For centuries, tales of the dungeon had circulated among the townsfolk—whispers of treasures, forgotten secrets, and eerie happenings. Few dared to venture into its depths, and those who did rarely returned.
By Jessen Ardiansah11 days ago in Fiction
It Looms. Content Warning.
It was always there. Without fail. It never seemed to leave. I had trouble going to sleep at night. Whether it be stress from my mundane life, or just because I wanted to stay on my device for longer than normal, it took time, still does sometimes. When the sleep does come, I am greeted to the most wonderful dreams imaginable, and the most devastating nightmares possible . I glide through the open skies, without a care in the world, I am sometimes greeted with familiar faces from my past, the landscape can be whimsical from top to bottom, it could be a mixture of all the places around the world, or just places I am familiar with. I have seen demons take me to a rusted overgrown deserted town just to torture me. The nightmares back then got to me, but now they serve as nice wee entertainment and a thrill mostly, once I wake. But back then, I didn't look up. Even if I were to fly into the clouds, I would close my eyes. I would distract myself in the dream, and let it play out. But it was always there. The object in the sky. Nightmares be damned. It terrified me, still does sometimes.
By Fergus Thomson11 days ago in Fiction
The Resonant Pit. AI-Generated.
The Resonant Pit First Night Helen was standing at the edge of a huge, dark abyss when the dream first appeared to her. Although there was solid earth beneath her feet, the darkness in front of her seemed alive and pulsating with a sinister energy. She felt shivers down her spine as a frigid breeze whispered secrets in a language she did not comprehend.
By John MacArthur11 days ago in Fiction
I Am a Prisoner who Dreams of Prisons. Top Story - June 2024. Content Warning.
The dream always starts the same: I feel the cold bite of wind gnawing through clothes entirely inadequate to protect from the weather and I realize I am standing in line. Ahead of me and behind me are other inmates, identified by the burgundy scrubs we were issued upon arrival. I don't know where we're going.
By Kyle Cejka11 days ago in Fiction