Foreboding Stories

Flash fiction for the Weekend Write-In

Life is blank, death is written

The wealthy always expect forever more The downtrodden always expect never more Amongst the Wickedness where these two lines intersect

"Syntheticity" is a vague yet explorable idea having exerted, through the majority, its influence to maintain the compatibility of humans, of their idealism, of an indicated tendency to achieve a certain form of the desired result. The result, likewise, turned to hold a canonical dominance over the contributor whose contrivance brought about its possibility; vice versa, the mere commanding force, I say a valid and established force of governance, of any distinguished entity, will find it impossible to alter this subcurrent inclination of the majority--concinnity. Now, the idea of concinnity, which achieved it was through the impromptu organization of one inducing force, was the abstraction that was worth further experimentation. This article attempted to examine the concinnity of humanity and what ramifications could it inflict.

A letter of wistful foreboding from a researcher who has seen and learned more than they should have. A post-apocalyptic story about uncovering the past and paving the way for the future. Original song by Beetlebug!! Give her all the credit, I am just very big enjoyer of her music and the stories they tell :))

What happens when the Satan rises? Or, when you happen to walk straight into his lair? Follow this adventure where this group of corporate elites out on a "bonding" trekking session walk right into where Earth meets Hell. Loyalty, Trust, Truth, Friendships, Enemies and Heartbreaks... All combined into a quest.. The quest to Survive.. To live.. And, let live. Are you daring enough to come through- unscathed and alive?

A man is walking on his way home on a dark and foggy night in the city of London. He then takes a shortcut, but only to feel like something evil is stalking him.

"What happens when a game of spiritual cards goes too far? For Joy and Annie, a seemingly innocent game unleashes a dark presence that threatens to destroy their lives. As they try to navigate the supernatural forces that surround them, they realize that their friendship may be the only thing that can save them. But will it be enough to overcome the darkness that binds? Dive into a world of eerie suspense and unbreakable bonds as Joy and Annie face the unknown and confront the evil that's been haunting them. Can they survive the darkness, or will it consume them whole?"

Life getting you down? Not enough excitement to get you through the day? Why not visit the land of the perished! Upon exploring her newly aquired home she had recieved in her great great great grandfathers will a meer twenty years too late, Headley Jones finds herself... Well to be completely honest... Dead. But fret not! with the help of a self-proclaimed guide of the deadlands she will make her way back home and find out just who is responsible for her death! or at least... she hopes!

Smokey memories A young woman suppresses memories of flirting with a man from her past.

Only when you are most vulnerable does it come, silent yet foreboding. It toys and plays with the victim for selfish pleasure I assume. One thing I know is that it looks just like us.

Character: me- gothic story I was running through the forest, looking for my lost friends, when a tiger pounces and kills me.

Short story based on the song "Horns" by Bryce Fox. There's something wrong with Tatianna St. Iblis.

A little hole in the proverbial wall of the state of Georgia. Annabelle shows up at Lizzy's house for the weekend. But as time goes by there is suspicion on whether they're the only ones that showed up. Will they find out who it is, and why they're there? Or will they be the victim of paranoia's playground.

In a decaying chapel, an ancient corpse pinned by an iron spike stirs, and the seal meant to hold it begins to weaken.

In a fog-shrouded field, a skull with a perfect circular cut in its crown begins to open, revealing something alive within.

Hollowmere was supposed to be behind her. A place to forget. A place to heal. But the moment Adira steps back into town... the town wakes up. The fog watches. The lake listens. The forest whispers her name like it never stopped. Something in Hollowmere has been waiting for her return - patient, quiet, and far from harmless. And the deeper Adira goes, the more she realizes: these woods don't want her to remember. They want her to feel. Feel the pull. Feel the fear. Feel the truth she was never meant to survive. Not all secrets stay buried. Not all love stays gentle. And Hollowmere... never lets go of what it claims. If you love stories that wrap around your chest, pull you into the darkness, and refuse to let you look away - this one is waiting for you.