Mothman Sold Me Weed Behind a 7-11
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Clocking in on Highway 118 by RyanChimes
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Clocking in on Highway 118 is a paranormal short fiction story about a biker named Dean. This work is a dark comedy, as well as, a ghost story.
Suffocating by oldaccountteehee
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Roxanne is passionate about getting the truth out, no matter how insignificant or horrifying it might be. Claire wants her life to be stable and safe, even if it means working somewhere mundane to keep it so. But Claire might not get what she wants, especially when Roxanne proposes that there's a secret superhero that protects their city from any and all threats. Will Roxanne uncover the truth? Or will Claire keep their illusion of peace? {Hiatus}
WOLFVILLE by MadisonTrupp
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Timmory Cross, a restless university student and newly-turned werewolf, must navigate her complicated double life while hunting the beast that turned her. ***** Timmory Cross has always lived in the stifling, student-run town of Wolfville, Nova Scotia. She would do anything to escape--until she discovers the people of Wolfville have been hiding secrets in plain sight. The first secret? There are werewolves in Wolfville. The second? Somebody wants to kill them all. And now those secrets are Timmory's too after she's rescued from death by the Wolfville pack. Forced to adjust to a new life as a werewolf, she finds the solution to her wanderlust by seeking the rogue werewolf that changed her and the frightening hunters that want to exterminate her kind. Between a pack eager to call her family, a best friend that drags her out to every party, and a boy in her class who gets too close too quickly, Timmory struggles to make sense of her new life as a werewolf while avoiding certain death at the hands--and jaws--of those that hunt her. In order to solve the riddles of Wolfville, she must start by accepting one ever-important fact: Wolfville is not run by students. It's run by wolves. Content and/or Trigger Warnings: This story contains strong language, mild sexual content, and violence/gore. [[word count: 90,000 - 100,000 words]] Cover designed by Lucas Fisher WOLFVILLE is #1 in THE DIRE DAWN series. WOLFVILLE was updated March 12, 2021 with this new version of the story focusing on Paranormal elements.
GRIM by heyimjustapotato
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Mari always thought she was a normal type of girl: The one who never got asked out, the one who constantly looked like she just woke up, and the one who was in love with her best friend. During her father's funeral in England when she was five, Mari saw something no one else could see. A big, black dog with bright yellow eyes. It turns out that there is a connection between the two, and her life spirals down as her eighteenth birthday grows closer and closer. ==================================================================== Sneak Peak! Mari kept her purse close. She had her earphones in and listened to the screams and cries of the men in her phone as she nodded her head to the beat. The city that she lived in wasn't the safest, but it also wasn't the worst. She continued to shift her eyes, waiting for a hooded man to charge at her. Once she got to the neighborhood, she started to notice something strange. The lights above her that lit the roads were starting to burn out. Not consecutively, but randomly. She paused and looked around, wondering if it was some weird outage. Mari continued walking, ignoring the lights, but once it started to get much darker, she started to worry. The only lights that she could clearly see were the ones coming from the inside of some houses. The lights were turning off faster and faster and almost violently. Some of the bulbs exploded, causing the young woman to jump and wildly look around. Finally, all the lights were out. All but one. The lamp post in front of Mari was the one left standing, and the light it emitted created a little spotlight on the road. A pair of yellow eyes appeared in the darkness, and it was coming much closer. Mari stepped back, unsure of what to make of the eyes. Was it a cat? Was it a freak wearing bright yellow contacts? It was a black dog, and a big one at that.