A series of snapshots into the life of gangster son and luminary musician Levi-Civita Teller.

Jack Hansard is the man who can sell you anything. Luck in a bottle, fame in a box, dreams on a leash, you name it: if he doesn't have it, he'll convince you he has something better. He's a trader on what's known as the Black Market - the occult Black Market, that is. If you're in need of that extra special something to curse your ex-lover or win your fortune, Hansard's the man to go to. Just make sure you check the 'best before' date on anything you buy. This is Season 1 of the Jack Hansard short story series - each Episode is a separate story, but follows an overarching plot much like a TV series. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it! Please do not copy or distribute this work without the author's permission. Cover art by Dominique Lane: http://domlane.weebly.com/

//"Cloning and gene mutation is more common than you may think."// The Blackwood family has a lot of secrets. Some of which being too dark to be talked about out loud. Whether it's the fact that Olivia, the oldest, is dating her Art teacher or the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood's relationship isn't as sophisticated and happy as it seems to be, the Blackwood family is pretty skilful at hiding their deepest, darkest secrets. As soon as the Blackwoods move into the Montwood Mansion, they knew they had hit the jackpot. The mansion was breathtakingly beautiful with its ancient carved doors and huge, airy rooms and a spacious garden. All was well until Lucy, the youngest found a hidden basement in the house full of mysterious items. As time passes by, Julian and Olivia realise that something sinister is happening to their sister and strange events start taking place. They soon realise that what's happening to their sister has something to do with their fucked up yet extraordinary family history, where everyone had even bizarre secrets that were too disturbing to be believed. A tale of horror with a pint of science. Highest rank #1 in Sinister, #14 in Horror and #7 in Thriller

It was a silly thing to fear. But I feared it. Oh, God, I feared it. --- Just a short flash fiction piece that I promised to upload forever ago but never did. Hope you enjoy! Cover photography by David Moum, via Unsplash (used with permission).

they remain noctivagant, arcane and unseen. they try to hide the things in their mind, but out of their mouths these things begin to climb. find the nefarious darkness beneath two average people in a world of poetry.

Lacey Waits has gotten too comfortable appealing to the good natures of the spirits she can communicate with. See, these spirits, they breathe salt on the little sills and doorways to keep the evil out. But when she moves back to Iowa for the spring and a little Jane Doe asks for her help in bringing justice to her gruesome murder - and when Lacey subsequently denies her request - the restless spirits see no reason to stick around, allowing demons and ghouls with lesser-than-holy intentions to wreak havoc. Caught in constant danger, it's up to Lacey to get on the case of Jane Doe's death, rescue a childhood friend from a string of missing persons cases, and regain the good graces of the dead before she joins them at the hand of evil entities and water that just keeps on rising. *Previously featured on the @mystery profile* *Featured on @Paranormal's "Life After Death" reading list* *Featured on @Ghost's "Bustling Ghosts" reading list* *Featured on @crime's "Policing the Paranormal" reading list* *cover by cosettetapes*

In the year 3062, every child is given a job the day that they're born that they must carry out from the age of fourteen until the end of their lives. Emma Wolfe, a fifteen year old girl from Arkansas, is one of only twenty people chosen to be writers in the entire country. The only problem? Emma hates writing. -------------------------- I shoot up, dropping my pizza back into the box. "Why does nobody listen when I tell them I can't! I'm not who you think I am, and I never will be." I try to storm away, steam practically shooting out of my ears. "Where are you going?" Black calls after me. I don't reply. "How are you supposed to get home without the car?" I stop short, every muscle in my body tightening. Slowly, I turn back around, my hands balled tightly into fists. "If you say one more thing about my writing while I'm here, I swear to god I'll run away." "Em-" "Test it out," I walk right up to her, getting so close that I can feel her tense breath on my face. "I dare you." Black isn't stupid, and neither am I. ------ COVER MADE BY @SO_MANY_OCS GO FOLLOW THEM I LITERALLY LOVE THEM SO MUCH

Adam Rovers and his group of friends are nothing more than thieves. Once you enter the group, you don't leave it without being harmed. Everyone knows who they are, they are known as the toxic soldiers. They are feared and recognised by their signature accessory. A neon green bracelet. Which they all show with all too much pleasure on a mission.