Macabre cerita

I am Kiera Phoenix. I am moving in with my mom and stepdad to a sleepy little town called Noctis Ursa. My arrival was triggered after my aunt's death. I have been chosen to join a long line of women who died fighting various unspeakable darkness. Let's see what happens next.

25 year old Devon has just inheireted the farm...A literal farm complete with cows goats pigs oh and a secret dungeon underneath the old farmhouse full of occult artifacts and a hidden Book from his grandfather informing him of his mysterious birthright

"Boy Cried Void" is a small collection of sonnets reflecting on thought, feelings, and the human mind during hardship.

I realized I like to make random poems so these will be mostly short poems I've made randomly based off of real events or roleplays, probably won't post often but I wanted to make some public when I make them

(open) "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒔." "𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒏." "𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔." 𝕀𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕫𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕟𝕖𝕕. 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕.

"I felt Death's presence. He was cold, but not icy. White, but not holy. Death keeps a blind eye, but makes up for such an anomaly by bearing two others." I hope that you enjoy, commentary and feedback is greatly appreciated! This book contains murder, suicide, violence, drug use, homosexuality, and language. You have been warned.

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧, 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙤𝙗𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚. 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚. *** 𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙? 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧. "𝙒𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡"

Pasteles Espeluznantes follows the macabre misadventures of a young man who bought an old apartment which is haunted by the ghosts of a little girl, creepy twins, a abused baby, a depressed woman and a short tempered yet unlucky man.

Free verse poetry written for all the creepy maidens that haunt the shadows and live rent-free in my nightmares.

[COVER: http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/128/e/0/don__t_tell_mom__by_senju_hime-d4yyxgq.jpg Check this artist out, AMAZING work!] Elena Gorge is the perfect child. Until you get to know her. She struggles with depression, bipolar issues, schizophrenia, you name it. But that's only what the other's think. Elena knows the truth...the ungodly truth. She sees ghosts. When Elena become's connected with others involved in the supernatural, she feels safer, now. More at home. That is until the most powerful spirit in her being takes over her younger sister.

Deep beneath the Atlantic, explorers uncover an ancient underwater crypt built from countless human skulls. As the structure awakens and the sea itself begins to shift, the team realizes too late that something in the dark still guards the dead.

Because Locklear is underappreciated and he is amazing! ( Dr. Locklear does not belong to me but a wonderful YouTuber name Madam Macabre. Please subscribe to her )

poetry series. paradox poem.

A cursed axe buried with its murderous master still hungers for souls, binding weapon and skeleton together, waiting to rise and claim the living.

A haunting tale of a lifelike marble sarcophagus whose veiled occupant awakens, leaving behind a trail of death and transformation as she seeks new bodies to turn into stone.

PG-13~ A mini-story of Kennedy, a girl searching for more and Matthew, a boy with unknown intentions (1100 word mini story)

Archaeologists uncover a pit of skeletons arranged in a perfect circle, but as night falls, the bones shift and twist toward the living. By dawn, half the team is gone-and new bodies complete the ancient ring.

Callie Edwards has been dealing with her mother's new marriage and the changes with moving to a small town. She never expected to get sucked into a dark carnival like the one depicted in the famous Dark Circus series.