The following is a horror story based on a dream I had when I was 12 or 13, mature content warning. The sky was pitch
Category: short story
My family plays DnD-Prologue
My birthday just passed recently, and I’m not of a want for anything material; I fully believe special days, holidays and traditions are fully for
A Single singularity- Short Story
Tuesdays are the worst. I know everyone gives Mondays shit, because of a cartoon cat and the fact we’re still coming down from the weekend
Turn like the weather-Short Story
In a very cloudy, muddled city, there was one street that was always sunny. All except one patch right at the end, where it was
Two lightning strikes- Short Story
Below is a short-story written for the NYC at Midnight competition. My assigned tags were Historical Fiction/Barber/Syndrome, and I was given one week to write
Weird Dreams- Death of the Forest
The woods used to be so much bigger. Hundreds of years ago, spanning from one horizon to the other, a sea of deep and dark
