Errie cerita

Looking for a Queer, Cicrus novel with a errie twist, then this is just the book for you! We have our band of misfits with traits never seen before, tough they costed a price, our spunky, adhd ridden main chaector, Henry, and the ringmasters son who has a twist of his own. Can Henry find out everything and make the boy love him like he does, or will the circus call for the cost of working there like it has everyother?

A group of strangers all meet because of grief they've been experiencing. How coincidental they all lost the same person the same day and had no idea they could have been mutals. As they build a friendship, Davide, their somewhat personal lawyer, decides to open a case about their missing friend, Charlotte. Will they find her? Will she find them? Is she even alive?

Who are you?...What are you?...Can you remember?....Take a little walk with me

I've been dancing with the devil.

❝ Tell me, did it hurt? When your eyes rolled to the back of your head and the skin under you fingernails bled for eternity? ❞ © funeurals, 2023

i don't really know, i'm just kinda rolling with it

hi

Some normal-looking things suddenly turn creepy after midnight. The children screaming at 3 pm are playing but if they scream at 3 am? Oh, they are getting murdered for sure. The ice cream truck passing by your street in the morning is a pleasant surprise, but if you find it outside your window hours before the break of dawn? You don't wanna imagine that. What do you do when your friends bet your 10k dollars to go swim in the ocean at 3 in the morning? Would you go when you can never tell where the flow is taking you? Would you dare when the realization hits that the wave is over you only when the stars overhead disappear?

Faith, A girl who feels held down by life, gets a ghost friend, Nina, and decides to help her find her killer.

Just stuff I write for fun or for my imaginative writing class #horror

Cayden woke up in a place he was not familiar with. As he tries to figure out where he is and how he got there Cayden thinks that he might have found the girl he's been waiting for.

The story a writer writes is their escape from reality. What happens when that actually happens and they enter the world they created? A world where you have no control over what happens and everything seems planned. What happens when fiction and reality blend? What happens when you enter an unfinished book where you have no idea or control over what happens next? And the big question, will you be able to get out?

Blake needs a new start ... So whats better then a new house? He will find out that his new start will not be exactly how he had hoped...

When Leto's twin half-brothers go missing, she is stuck at home caring for her deranged mother in the middle of a winter storm while her father forms a search party for the boy. Inspired by Jacob's Dream legend of Spruce Hollow, Pennsylvania.

It's sad to say that I have no recollection of ever being "free". Oh I know I was free once, but that memory left my mind a long time ago. I believe that some had tried to pass me off as a slave since birth to not feel bad about my broken state of mind. Others I know don't even get a passing thought of my past and wellbeing. I cherish the small moments of grace and kindness. Because the world is cruel to its inhabitants, and those who know it, are cruel to the world.

matty is the social outcast that no one ever cares about. you are the quiet one no one ever remembers. "hey I guess we are supposed to be partners for this art project" he mutters you just nod your head and he sits across from you. you close your sketch pad and move it to the side and look up and see his slender fingers grasping the project rubric. "since this is the final project i would like to make it better then everyone else's since this is a class i actually care about... what do you think" he tilts his head waiting for your response you just nod "my names matty its nice to meet you" " my name is ruby" "ruby" he whispers under his breath and smiles and you nod back at him not hating the way his soothing voice says your name. I guess this could be the start of a friendship...

𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝑔𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈-𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓉𝓎 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃... 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽, 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍- 𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓲𝓽? 👁️ Or... was it never real at all?

A poem of strange thoughts that ran through my head one day at about 3am.