The Festum Mortis, literally translated to the "Carnival of Death", has been on the road for 15 years. To the folks visiting, it's simply a carnival with attractions not seen anywhere else. There is a deeper secret hidden inside the Big Top though, one that hasn't been spoken of since the beginning. Will you stare at the entrance of the Carnival, hearing the laughter and screams of fun-loving civilians, or will you join them for experiences you will remember, and ones you wish to forget. Remember, you are only having as much fun as you think you are, and a smile is all one needs to leave the Carnival, dead or alive.

Looking for horror, humor, and a bit of romance? Welcome to Nightmare Land. Abandon all hope of EVER waking up! It started as a silly night involving a group of friends and then it turned into an eerie adventure. They stumbled across an abandoned amusement that's modeled to make you relive your worst nightmares. Entering was their biggest mistake. Strange things started happening-- unexplained attacks, noises, notes, and most importantly: Nightmares. One by one they are targeted, tormented, and marked. Before anything else goes wrong they have return to the worst place imaginable: Nightmare Land. Excerpt: "It's okay to be afraid." I feel my chains tighten and a heat on my chest, accompanied by more laughter. "What... What are you?" I whisper. "Me?" It replies, touching my face "I'm your worst nightmare." ❤Read|Vote|Comment ❤

A collections of a few poems I figured I'd share. (:

..a smile from ear to ear, a smile despite the skin tear..

What would you do when you meet something you were absolutely sure isn't real? Would you run from the monster that goes bump in the night or would you fall for him? Bliss Terry never believed in the mothman, which her big sister idolizes like a celebrity... But then, in the early morning after her sister's birthday, the sisters go to a place where the mothman has been sighted... Only to find out he is still there! Bliss was then kidnapped by the mothman and taken to it's house. There she slowly realises that she is falling for her captor, Prince Lasserus; the mothman... What will she do now?

A collection of short poems about heartbreak.

What happened to those random questions everybody used to ask? Why did the chicken cross the road? What time is it? Are you crazy? What just happened? What happened to the guy who nearly killed his mate? Wait... How did that get in there?! Oh, never mind! Because this is his story! What would happen to the Psycho killer with a knife if he did not get his kill? If that kill was his mate? And if he already killed her whole family? ... Welcome to my Failed Psycho Story!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My decision to write this story isn't random... One day in class, when my English teacher Mr. Gallie talked to us about Psycho for no other reason that it being the first movie to show a Psycho killer with a knife... or at least I think that's why... because, how can you go from Macbeth to Psycho? Well, maybe except for Duncan's murder... Anyway, I asked him why doesn't anyone make a failed horror movie? You know... one where the killer falls down the stairs while chasing his target... or gets his ass kicked by a teenage girl who knows Kong Fu... And that's why I wrote this story! It starts with my own failed shower scene... But will it end with her death?...