In a misadventure the protagonist finds himself lost in a fog bound forest. Unable to find his way out he attempts to find the source of a ever growing feminine sob irradiating deep inside the woods.
Rust has consumed everything. A shower of copper substance in which grows for one reason, too feed. The metallic wires weaving in and our of the word seeks not only solidities, but prey. Lost and abandon the protagonist explores the land.
In the seconds of life in which we live the world has created a preplanned path for our life, society will drive us, internal emotions will dictate out lives as we're given mindless medicines and remedies to fix our aliment. Yet, their controlled by the limits and the emotions of society. Their job and life dictated b...
When loneliness mixes with immense madness your mind descends to such a dark and utter horror of the night. This is one of my stories that can only fall into my 'Not-so-good Not-so-bad' point of view. Constructive criticism comments is appreciated
A postmortem is a medical examination of a dead body. It's a kind of autopsy done to learn exactly how the person died. In Latin, mortem means "death," and post means "after." Constructive criticism is appreciated
This is a remake of a very old story of mine, this was originally made to be a creepypasta and I hope I can reimagine it the way I wanted it before. I will have the revisited story first then the original.
