Blasphemy Stories

During the pandemic of 2020, Seth Mayhew discovers a long-forgotten recording preserved in the archives of the Library of Congress from 1949. The voice belongs to his great-grandfather Gregory Mayhew, recorded at the age of seventy-nine by Alan Lomax. What follows is the astonishing story of a summer in 1883 when the Kansas frontier witnessed the impossible. Gregory was only thirteen when his uncle Anton came into possession of a mysterious artifact known as the Rod of God, a relic rumored to carry the power to override nature itself. With it, Anton becomes the enigmatic showman of legend called Mr. Miracle, traveling the prairie in a painted circus wagon and performing wonders no stage magician could duplicate, or explain. But miracles have consequences too. Resurrection defies the natural order. Forbidden alchemy brings forth a strange child who may carry the soul of an ancient murdered immortal. And as the Miracle Wagon chases a wandering circus across the American West, faith, greed, and fear begin to follow close behind. Because magic that has been stolen from Creation itself, cannot remain hidden forever. And every miracle comes with a cost.

In a world where witchcraft is a crime punishable by public execution, a cursed group of young souls find themselves bound by a dark and ancient spell cast by a ruthless trio of witches. Anastasia, Rubyn, Jeremiah, and their allies are thrust into a shadowy battle of secrets and betrayal, where trust is fragile and danger lurks behind every corner. To break the curse and reclaim their freedom, they must confront forces older and darker than they imagined-yet the deeper they delve, the more they realize that some shadows never fade, and the price of survival may be more than they can bear.

A new life comes with new places and one particularly catches your attention. Leaded to the local church you meet the priest, Taiju Shiba, who so gently offers himself to show you around. The thing is: he surely looks out of place.

The devils aren't born but made since the principle. Each of those primordial luciferian creatures mentioned has it's own origins and eventual actions,one more dark than the other. The Religious beliefs makes us think that the devil are the primal reason for the deterioration of human race,tough the devil never acts alone without human consent. Those poems will make you question if the demons or god himself is the real enemy and subsequently it tells the stories of many famous people who had deep connection with the darkness. (If you're a devoted Christian you may found the content a little blasphemous,so you can simply skip it than leave any kind of offensive comments.)

The drip, drip brought back the memory of those screams. She could smell the crimson from that day, or was it crimson, salt, left behind by the blood and tears of some other prisoner. Were they abused? She wondered. How were her children. She thought of them a dozen times a day, she asked the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost to keep them safe. Jamil she had long ago realized would be spared his father's beatings. That day only brought it to her conscious. She had always known. But she saw it that day. Her beautiful daughter Maryam, that was who she was more worried about. Drip, drip. Splat. Splat. The water smelled bad. Sour, of shit. It tasted even worse. She had been forced to drink it, they had starved her, and deprived her of water for a few days. Was it days? She didn't know. There was no night and day in this place. Just the collective quiet and screams for food, for water, for mercy. Confessions of sins that the prisoners had not committed, anything to get out. Most harrowing were the screams. The whips, the flays, the screams. She winced every time she heard one. She shivered the first time she had heard one. She shuddered as she thought of that. The hair on her back rose, she pulled her arms around herself. It was unearthly. Not an animal's scream, not her screams when her husband beat her, not even when he had hit her with a bat. Not the screams of the dog that those kids had cornered, and were poking with sticks, some throwing stones at it, as if it were the devil himself. No, none of those screams. This came from a deeper place. This was a scream from before civilization. From before language. This was a scream, guttural. Loud, screeching, very much in pain.

What if I told you everyone was damned to eternal torment before they were ever born? That jesus never existed, and none of us know or can know any 'god' because we've been eternally separated? It's true. I've lived in the nightmare of realization for more than fifteen years now. I've studied the bible in depth and I have proof. This book is about reality. I guarantee, I'm not making it up. I can tell you this. It is not a novel, and it may turn out to be the scariest thriller you ever have or will read in your life. Depending on whether or not you realized I'm right about everything. Comparable to the story in which everyone who reads a book or watches a movie dies. Like 'the ring', except this is real. And no word can describe the terror I have lived with, or that some of you will live or die with. A true story worth more than all of the books ever written. And whether or not I'm unfortunate enough to beat any of you there, and whether or not you believe me. . . I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL.

Two brothers doing whatever they can to make ends meet while struggling to survive in 1980's Los Angeles have a heavy secret that's weighing on them and taking a heavy toll on the youngest Sam who's beginning to doubt that there's any reason to go on living. Zad and Sam are angels that can't return to heaven.

Year 1866, in a secluded village known as Mistfield, faith in God had long been buried. The villagers worship the void, dismissing God as nothing more than a myth for the weak-hearted. Amidst the fog of forgotten history and silent suffering, lives a teenage girl - Isadora Mercy Holloway, 16 years old, born with something unwanted, something misunderstood... something never asked for. A so-called "gift" that isolates her from the world and earns her the hatred of her own blood. Her mother, Ophelia Mary, was accused of seduction and witchcraft, then tortured to death inside an old chapel - now nothing more than a rotting skeleton soaked in the scent of blood. Her father, Gideon Holloway, a selfish drunk, married Ophelia not out of love - but out of lust, greed, and a need for self-preservation. After her mother's death, Isadora became the village's favorite target - mocked, scorned, and feared. But that was only the beginning. Her nights are now plagued by voiceless whispers, haunting lullabies from behind the walls, and dreams of something watching her - an entity with no face, no form... yet knows her too well. And perhaps... it is not just a dream.

[COMPLETED] Why does God leave us??? [trigger warning] suicide, self harm, strong language, violence

As the clock ticked towards two forty-two in the morning, all stood still in the suburbs of Sydney. Ruby Lester felt her heart rate quicken as she stood by her windowsill, and she waited in horror and confusion until the feeling stopped. As the clock ticked towards two forty-two in the morning, all stood still in a quiet street of Hosford. Calum Hood tried to sleep but was woken by something cold and metallic on his skin. He waited in horror and confusion until he died. When Calum wakes up, how is it that he's 400kms away from his home town, and has no idea that he got there? How is it, that all these new phrases like 'The Wonderers' and 'The Counsel' mean nothing, yet everything to him? Will he be able to save Ruby before she starts to realize that somethings wrong? Or will she have to save Calum before he realizes that the thing hunting Ruby, is also hunting him? -- © RandomRebecca please do not steal my works, as any form of copyright is punishable by law -- Book two in the 'A' series -- Inspiration from @spookyangeleo 's 'Ghost Whispers' I cannot recommend this book enough please read it! -- Some of my science and religion facts may be wrong, as I do not take AP level science or am I Catholic. -- Chapters with a '☁︎' are chapters with warnings, read the first chapter to understand why. -- If you're one for numbers; Total words (so far) - 11 134 Total chapters (so far) - 3

Insights about the metaphysical and surreal truths of existence.

what's going on （⁠。⁠□⁠°⁠） * This is entirely fictional i may even get excited and make up historical facts outta my ass so y'all nerds out there FUCK OFF *This is meant for pure blasphemy and hate on Religion *I'm just starting this is my debut so my writing wouldn't be up to standard but i hope y'all enjoy this shi

He knows how that feels all to well. Well, he never screamed the name of foreign gods in the rain, but he knows what type of anger she's feeling. That type of helplessness is unbearable.

first story i'll make, it's about my own character named Smiley Satansson. he's a halfling meaning he's half human and half god, but not just any god... it's satan himsrlf who's the father, which then ofcourse means his mother is human. he is also the grim reapers nephew which means he can't die unless he gets shot by a silver bullet he has in his chest pocket and it's shot by his true love. in the stories i'll make it will contain blasphemous things so if you dont like satanism or anti-christ movements or dark themed stuff or stories where angels will be killed i highly suggest you find something else to read (also swearing)