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"He wasn't made of flesh and bone, or starlight. He was made of darkness." ― Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song

A haunted detective hunts a Santa-clad serial killer terrorizing joyful families-only to discover the greatest threat has been hiding behind his badge all along.

Read for yourself, theres nothing i can reallly say to describe this, its all up to you to find out what is happening to everyone, can you save them? It seams unlikely but not impossible

short stories of my characters' dreams and nightmares or are they memories? or are they reality? or are they nothing? next character to be written about: jappy teehee

The M.H.E. department receives a mysterious SOS message from the Dark Cacao region which has been out of contact for a while now. Almond and his friend Warden take on the case, venturing into the cold mountains and running right into the claws of a greater evil. Warnings - violence, blood/gore, dark themes, a lot of dead people, slight physiological horror. (Some of these things will appear later in the story) Text: Aa - narration "Aa" - speaking italics - thoughts "Aa" italics - deer speech (random ik but I promise it'll make sense when you read it, I swear I'm not going insane 🤩) Bold - writing (on an interface, piece of paper, ect.) Note: (In the story itself there are italics and bold font ofc but for some reason wattpadd didn't put a italics/bold option in the description, that's why here I just wrote it.)

I yawned, drowsy, as I made my way to the bedroom after I got dressed for bed. Impatient, I threw myself to the bed and stretched, proceeding to hug the large stuffed teddy bear. I blinked, wondering when I bought it. How much did this cost again? Wait- No... I did not buy it. I also don't own stuffed animals. My bed dipped behind, and an arm laid on top of my waist after. Who was this person? Don't I live alone? Where did they come from? I snapped wide awake as I finally realized the gravity of my situation. It can't be- It's impossible! No way! Please- not him! Anyone! Just not him! I- He... He found me. "Why are you still awake at this hour, sweetheart?" A familiar deep voice soothingly said. "I can't sleep." I quivered, tears spilling, as I accepted my fate. He found me.

Three months in deep space. Three months of routine. Three months of silence. Theta-9 was never meant to be exciting. A small station, a simple assignment, a crew used to the quiet. But lately, the quiet feels different. The station doesn't seem as small as it should. The halls feel longer. The shadows stretch just a little too far. And outside the viewport, the stars look dimmer than before. It's nothing, of course. Just the isolation. Just the long hours. Just the mind playing tricks. ...Right? ONC 2025 Entry

The importance of life is debatable. The morals of the human corpses which the insects of the forest have decided to eat are not.

the mental adventures of a young boy who experienced the thrill of serial killing.

Hoshi and his family along with other aliens have been sent to one of the worst versions of Earth to exists and while humans are supposed to accept the aliens, Hoshi can't help but feel his kind will never be accepted on this Earth until one day he comes across someone that will ultimately change each other's fate. Ever since that day he saw that creature, things haven't been the same. His dreary but, piercing crimson blood and shimmering silver eyes would always find a way to stare at him. He always found a way push himself into Hoshi's life and yet, each week he could never even bother to remember his name. So, why is Hoshi so compelled to keep him around and why is he the only one who can knowledge his existence?

A creative writing piece I had to do for my English assessment :,) Gothic writing about the duality of man kind and the monster within trope! A man tries his best to suppress his violent nature after murdering his first victim, filled with gothic themes and spooky vibes >:)

A random story that just popped into my head. Physiological horror about the green wig x

1 Man, 1 Political leader. In the first instalment of the griping psychological horror, Boris tries to make a living selling counterfeit hello kitty bags but everything changes when he beats David Cameron's daughter into a coma.

Symphony of Dreams Online was created on the promise of an escape from reality. A total immersion full dive experience that would allow the User to escape his or her mundane reality in favor of a Fantasy World filled with Heroes and Villains. But what happens when you escape from reality and can't get back? What happens when death becomes just as real in the game as it is on the outside? What happens when the worst parts of human nature come out to play? And what happens when You'd rather have this nightmare over the reality you left behind? "We came here because we wanted to escape the real world, and now that we're finally here, we're all obsessed with getting out. When does it end? When do we stop running? At what point do we face our demons? When do we finally take a stand against the monsters that we're running from in the first place?"