Cryptic Stories

Mirages and Lines is a short collection of 4 interconnected, myth-driven poems designed to be solved. Beneath the surface of phantoms, sirens, banshees and endless loops lies and architecture of wordplay, phonetic traps, and hidden structural puzzles. Look closer at the structure or say the titles out loud. Can you decode the illusions before the final line? (Leave and inline comment when you find an Easter egg!)

~ A deed done in a moment brought on a lifetime of the worst pain a person could possibly have ~

Centuries after the bloody Battle of Visby, archaeologists uncover a warrior's perfectly preserved face in a mass grave-but when night falls, the echoes of armor and the restless dead rise once more, seeking vengeance beneath Gotland's soil.

Personal poems. They're all thoughts. Sometimes they might reflect me, sometimes they might not. As life goes on and people change, so do the thoughts we have.

With Dedication to Ran. The girl who turned my world upside down (once) And changed me to the core.

A peek inside the famed bando of Mr. Billy the Beefcake. You wont like what you see. Or maybe you will..?

A 14 year old boy by the name Kyle exhibits a multitude of physical disabilities. Kyle is practically friendless, retreating into the dark parts of the vast online world to find his refuge. Kyle performs a dark, sinister ritual in hopes that his problems will forever be reversed and fixed. To Kyle's surprise; a wand mysteriously appears in Kyle's home mailbox.

A buried skeleton with a beaded circlet and unnaturally sharp teeth begins to shift within its trench at night, leaving fresh scratches in the surrounding earth-evidence that something long dead is slowly preparing to rise.

In an ancient grave, a twisted skeleton lies with shattered green shards pressed into its ribs, pulsing faintly in the soil as if guarding a secret that should never be unearthed.

Just a short poem I had originally released on Tumblr, moving here as it pertains to a future fantasy story I would like to write.

Nguồn:Google Tiếp nối với phần 1 đã dừng lại ở chap 69, cùng bước sang phần 2 với nhiều câu chuyện kinh dị hơn và cùng nhau trải nghiệm những cảm giác đáng sợ (Tip: Bạn có thể ở nhà 1 mình, tắt hết đèn rồi mở truyện kinh dị này lên đọc thì tôi chắc chắn đâu đó trong trái tim bạn có chút 'kinh sợ')

Just random short stories I write thrown together, if you like one let me know and I'll try to do another bit (ps enjoy the picture of my gecko Penny on the cover)

"ฬђєгє Շђє ђคฬк Ŧɭเєร, Շђє ๔гคﻮ๏ภ ฬเɭɭ Ŧ๏ɭɭ๏ฬ Շเɭɭ Շђє єภ๔ ๏Ŧ Շเ๓є." Ryuu made a promise all those years ago, and she'd be damned if she broke it now. Ryuu is your stereotypical child. Energetic, loud, and chaotic at heart. While the orphanage is a nice place, she's always had the growing urge to go out and explore the world. Hell, just making a friend besides that one kid who made friends with any and everyone. Someone she can rely on. Soon enough, she gets her wish, though a new mental companion really wasn't on the agenda. Come to think of it, getting kidnapped as a child to be used as a transportation vessel was never on the agenda either. "𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊; 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖋 𝖎𝖙 𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓, 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖉. 𝕴𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖞 𝖆 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖕 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖆 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗."

A Short Story It is a typical story of a relationship, the conflicting feelings, the bittersweet memories, the cycle - its routine and the meaning of love.

This is my own cryptic...

Days are terminal sequences, brief and inevitably lost to the fate of science and time. In this realm, this surface of gravitational limits, we bind ourselves to the moments that we know shall come to pass. The seasons, as they arise, birth from the earth as a Phoenix would emerge from a flame kindled by ash. We, as humans, give chase to the Autumn leaves, but rake ourselves into a pool of ice when we fall through the emergence of the Winter that seemed to have been closer to yesterday than it is to tomorrow.