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Fear Unmasked
The sun had set, and the sky changed into darkening. The wind became picking up, and the timber had been swaying in the breeze. A young man named Jake become strolling home from his task at a neighborhood eating place. He had labored overdue and become exhausted, however he turned into looking ahead to getting home and enjoyable.
Natasha ShahbazPublished 10 months ago in HorrorCasting Shadows.
Daydreams allow our creativity to flow. It attaches to our thoughts, like a nightmare to a dream catcher, the worlds burdens no longer exist.
Lost Images
disconnected from the crowd, the ones I wanted to connect with Feeling a little singled out, without the fortitude to change it
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 10 months ago in Poetsinnocence shattered
Once upon a time, in a small, idyllic town nestled amidst rolling hills, lived a child named Lily. She was an innocent and curious soul, always eager to explore the world around her. But within the facade of their seemingly perfect existence, darkness lurked, waiting to unravel her fragile mind.
Mussa QayyumPublished 10 months ago in HorrorSweet Little Lies
Little fights become big issues. Is it really worth the trouble? Making it all up to play the victim. Telling everyone your sweet little lies.
Jasmine HarrisPublished 10 months ago in PoetsThe Serial Killer
Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Riverton, a haunting presence cast its dark shadow. A serial killer, known only as The Raven, prowled the streets, leaving behind a trail of death and despair. The city trembled under the weight of fear, as its residents whispered in hushed tones, afraid of the relentless predator in their midst.
Aidil ZaquanPublished 10 months ago in FictionSweet Peace
Darkness is sweet Light brings peace Sweet can become unsweet with no peace What happens when light and darkness meet? Sweet peace
Emily BinkleyPublished 10 months ago in PoetsIn Plain Sight
The monsters are not under the bed. The monsters are not under the stairs. The monsters are not in the closet. The monsters are not in the dark.
Jasmine HarrisPublished 10 months ago in Poets