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  • BloodLust by RyanCage6767
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    A blizzard was never part of the plan. When a group of friends is stranded on a desolate highway during one of the worst winter storms in decades, they take refuge in what appears to be an abandoned roadside motel. With the roads buried, their phones dead, and the storm raging outside, staying put seems like their only option. But the motel isn't as empty as it looks. As the night drags on, unease turns into fear. Strange noises echo through the halls. Doors don't open when they should. Tensions rise, secrets surface, and the storm traps them deeper inside-with no way to tell if the real danger is outside... or already among them. What begins as a fight for survival becomes something far more personal. By the time the snow finally stops falling, only one truth remains: some storms don't just pass through - they hunt.
  • I had a glitch, but I'm okay now by JamesCarmody9
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    Kendra describes her thoughts on the fruits of original sin to her adoptive stepbrother, Clark, after a particularly foolish mess-up on her part.
  • Persecution by an Evil Empire by JamesCarmody9
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    Eastern Bloc setting, post WW2. WW2 slayer's adventures post WW2 under Soviet Occupation. Involves geopolitics of the times, very melodramatic, brutal even, the villains are REALLY villains, I make NO disguises of evil in the story. Historical fiction crossed with Buffy (past). Warnings include extreme brutality in several areas.
  • Human monsters by Shinigami_Kama25
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    Here I take a look at real human monsters that took a wrong turn in life.
  • Raven's Song by 4041_Poetry
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    This poem is dedicated to someone who experienced extreme childhood trauma at the hands of his uncle. He was a part of a group of victims who never received justice for the crimes that were committed. In his anger and desperation of not being heard, this boy would seek the quiet solitude of the redwoods as a place to escape from the memories of what happened to him. Now an adult, he still has trouble reconciling the past and the perpetrator is no longer among the living.
  • The End is Mirror by NightLight616
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    The End is Mirror is a mind-bending suspense thriller set in a world where the apocalypse doesn't begin with fire or war-but with silence. A creeping hush across cities, a subtle change in human behavior, and then the fall. The Earth is the stage, every country a chapter, every soul a page. The dead rise. But the real monsters are not the ones rotting.
  • Oblivion by BillyShain19
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    Mr. Hyde returned with a sickening grin, and announced that I would be the next to go. I made my way to room nineteen as I had been told, but before the door opened, I heard it. The bloodcurdling scream from room sixteen. Who was in there, what was happening. I began taking a step towards it, but powerful shove, sent me falling to the ground of room nineteen with an ughf. I had to squint at first the light in the room were bright and hot. When my eyes came into focus it took me a moment to realize that not only had the guard followed me in here upon locking the door but he was wearing a surgical mask. I swallowed hard, before continuing to glance around the room around me. In the center was a bright blue dentist chair. Next to it was a tray covered in a white sheet. An observation window sat opposite from the door. The idea that these people might actually watch me being torch red sickened me, I was oblivious to what may happen to me in this room, but I was convinced it wouldn't give me the "warm fuzzy" feeling. I rose to open the door which I already knew was locked, but the guards hand gripped hold of me, and once again I was being lifted up and thrown down, only now onto the chair. I was still slightly in a daze but began to struggle against the guard, who began strapping me to the chair. His eyes held nothing but anger, and I could tell they also held no remorse. My breath quickened a sheer terror began infecting my body. I screamed
  • To Live is to devour Others by MistressMage
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    One man's hubris is another person's nightmare; and this is made known to a college student whose identity as a ghoul makes her a target for her Living Environment Professors experiments. Experiments involving physiology, evolution, and more of her life than she's willing to hand over . One stroke of madness leads to another and before their horror story is over, one of them will have reclaimed their humanity and the other will be dead.