Gothic novels and books
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Gothic Poetry  by horrorgoddess1
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For the love of darkness and poetry. Gothic Poem & Love Poem Note from Author: These poems aren't edited just random thoughts about my darkness and love. In they future, they will be revised and extended hope you guys enjoy.
Gothic Riddles. by EyelesssJ
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Here you will find a vast collection of story type riddles. These stories are "scary when you know the meaning". Can you find the creepy hidden meaning in each one? welcome to the unknown...Detective. May the odds be ever in your favor. HAHAHAHAHA
Gothic Short Novels by evfranks
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Hi everyone, This book is just a collection of short Gothic novels that i have written during this year. I am in no way the best writer out there and I probably have the worst spelling known to man but I thought I would just publish these and see how they go. Some will be no longer than a couple of paragraphs and some will be a couple of A4 pages. The Creature: 'As it crawled closer, almost panther like. Saliva slowly dripped from its immensely pointed teeth...' The Chase: 'The full moon was glistening above and the sound of a wolfs howl, almost mocking, as it called for its pack echoed around me.' The Mansion: '"I simply won't go there again." I said, trying to bring myself to face him. It was difficult to refuse to follow my boss' orders but I couldn't bear to return to that dreadful place. "This is most disappointing, Brown, especially from you. I say you will go back and finish the job. And that's final." With that, he stormed out of the room and slammed the door. I sat there for a while and composed myself, remembering what had happened to me only the day before...' The Weakness: 'He slid a slight piece of paper into my gaunt digits which had no apparent likeness to the fingers I used to own. "Of course you're ready," my boss replied. Despite my youth, he had every faith. I was his strongest client; I had no weakness.'