Dread Stories

It had the same voice as my father...

Morlenfal is a city of white towers and ancient arcana-an impossible marvel suspended above a yawning crater. Summoned by Lord Tarnic, a former knight, Cratin, arrives to investigate a "contained threat" beneath the throne room. As tremors ripple through the understructure and arcane pillars flicker with unstable light, Cratin soon finds something else that lies beneath the surface. Hi Royal Road!

"...Y'all just depressing...Even useless as the Pros that can't even catch me..." Words carved on a criminals back, dropped lifeless in the station. Tsukauchi could predict another headache coming, but fumes at the following words written on the next lifeless body. "...No wonder y'all get cracked by them...useless..." ___________________________________ The population of villains have been dropping drastically in whole of Japan, increasing the death rate in a quick pace. This discovery has made everyone fear and also rebel. With eye witnesses and surveillance, the police force found out that there is a vigilante that seems to have an unknown quirk. As they find it hard to catch them, the go for the heroes help. What if a specific white mouse catches interest on the vigilante?

Inspired by my favorite band: KOTR - Knights of the Revival When innocence becomes the doorway to ruin, who will rekindle the light? Elarion was once a kingdom of gentle dawns and golden fields. Until the mirelings arrived. Small, soft‑furred, and heartbreakingly harmless, they were welcomed with open arms. But their quiet presence carried a devastating truth: they were demons born to feed on sorrow, and through them the Demon King rose from the shadows. Now despair poisons the land. Villages crumble under whispered doubts. Families fracture. Magic falters. And as the Demon King's influence spreads like a stain across the world, even hope seems ready to fade. But deep within the ruins of an ancient fortress, an order long thought to be myth stirs. The Knights of Revival, bearers of the Radiant Flame, prepare for the moment destiny will call them forth. Their power is immense, their purpose sacred, and their numbers perilously few. Yet they wait for one more. A vanished warrior. A forgotten name. A promise that once held back the darkness. As Elarion teeters on the edge of oblivion, rumors whisper that the lost hero may walk the world again. And when he returns, dawn itself may rise to meet him. A tale of creeping dread, fragile hope, and the quiet courage that survives even in the darkest night, this epic fantasy begins where trust has shattered, and where salvation must be earned one flicker of light at a time

Where's the truth? Oh, where's the truth? Buried under tongue and tooth.

Narrated horror stories forced into a POV of numerous characters. Stare into the psychological, the unknown, the cosmic, the violent, and the deep anthology...

Just when the summer vacation couldn't have gotten anymore boring, Oswald had all of his friends close to him move out and there which leaving Oswald behind with his family stuck in Hurricane Utah, bored out of his mind and sick of doing the same boring rituals he does everyday in his life wishes for something new to happen and he gets about just that when he discovers an old ball pit that takes him back to the year of 1987 the year when a tragic incident occured and has a reoccurring run in with a yellow rabbit like creature.

The world is in crumbles, after all why wouldn't It be after all it has been put through. Now there is only a handful left of humans who are trying their best to find a way to fix everything. Will they? Or better yet, can they? With borrowed time, at the end of time

Summer camp. The best part of being in one as a kid there is all the fun and activities and the little adventures you can go on with others discover new things and new sights and find things that you may never expect to see in such times of your life. That is the case or would be the case for former albino 17 year old teenager Axel Thomas, his parents had sent him to a summer camp named Camp WolfCreek and while there he meets a few friends and also encounters a few other things as well. One of them is a threat in the woods that is unknown a horde of hungry feral werewolves. Bloody mayhem insues and now the trip to summer camp has now become a fight to survive and in order to escape the horrors he has to fight for his life and for others as well too. Only thing is can he survive through the nights of horror to see the dawn of day?

To survive first contact, humanity must commit the perfect crime against reality. When the mysterious Arecibo Anomaly signals the arrival of the Auditors-ancient cosmic entities who test civilizations not for intelligence, but for their skill in deception-humanity is doomed. Its honest broadcasts into the void have made it a laughably easy target for assimilation. In a desperate gambit, disgraced physicist Dr. Aris Thorne is recruited for Project Chimera. His heretical theory of "phenomenological forgery" is their only weapon: not to fight or hide, but to lie. To build a flawless, simulated ghost of a civilization that has already destroyed itself. But the Auditors are not simple judges; they are supreme critics, demanding ever more complex and tragic narratives. As Aris splinters his own consciousness to populate his dying world, a simulated philosopher within it begins to uncover the truth of his existence. To pass the test, Aris must weave a lie within a lie-a masterpiece of art and deceit so beautiful it threatens to consume its creators and transform humanity into the very cosmic force it sought to escape. A mind-bending fusion of the Dark Forest Hypothesis, integrated information theory, and the philosophy of art, The Axiom of Deceit asks: In a universe where survival depends on the beauty of your lies, what is the ultimate price of truth?

Part 1: Anatomy of Irreversible Destruction # 2 poetry collection # 2 prosepoetry # 2 darkpoems # 1 abstract # 7 poem # 2 existential The weak fear the break. The survivors want the anatomy. _________ A ten-step mapping of internal collapse. It traces the precise geometry of a self-destruction-from the first snapped choice to the blackened imprint left behind. This is what remains when the ego finally consumes itself. #darkpoetry

En tiempos piratas, las parejas del mismo género no se consideraba algo normal, sino algo muy raro, feo y desagradable.

Two brothers and a friend experience an enigmatic alien invasion.

A collection of short stories or drabbles featuring dystopian/dread/biopunk/apocalyptic themes.

Are you ready to enter the game?...

Park Hill is Fantasy Horror. After the death of an estranged aunt a man returns to the ruins of his childhood council estate.

Misty Plateau is an isolated town surrounded by forest, fog, and a past that doesn't stay buried. When a struggling writer arrives to research local legends, he finds a community that watches instead of speaks, records that contradict themselves, and a name that feels remembered rather than learned. As days blur and reality frays, it becomes clear that Misty Plateau doesn't just keep secrets. It preserves them.

This is a story of a spineless man. A man who is a coward, an overworked man, a timid man, a cowardly man, a man who fears authority, a man called Jon. But from today onward, he will not be spineless. From today onward, he will be a new man, a strong man, a man with courage in his heart and gusto in his guts.

Plagued by misfortune and paranoia, Emily seeks solace from mystic Madame Vespera, only to uncover a tarot deck that traps souls forever. A chilling horror short about desperation, fate, and an unbreakable cycle. One reading changes everything... #Horror #TwistEnding #Cursed

TW: Body Horror/descriptive gore. (suggestive) The world is in ruins. The sun too close, the atmosphere too thin. Night hasn't fallen in three days. The heat will burn you to a crisp if you're exposed to it. But sometimes, that heat is just the answer when you're tired of being left alone. [A flash fiction piece based on the prompt "A child hasn't been picked up from school yet again."]