Restless Stories

Centuries after the bloody Battle of Visby, archaeologists uncover a warrior's perfectly preserved face in a mass grave-but when night falls, the echoes of armor and the restless dead rise once more, seeking vengeance beneath Gotland's soil.

I want to be a shining star Only in your eyes +a Kim Sunoo short story +inspired by BIBIs Restless

A cursed graveyard stirs as skeletons claw their way from shattered coffins, rising with unnatural purpose to fulfill a vengeance long buried.

the thing about waiting for the rain to stop is that you don't know that it will. you could wait and wait and it could just rain and rain. sometimes, if you wait long enough, the rain will stop and the sun will shine. but sometimes the drizzle turns to a thunderstorm, one you can't hide from. you'll just have to face the lightning.

As the devil came knocking on my door

A road construction site in Poland uncovers decapitated skeletons with their skulls placed between their knees or hands-an ancient method used to keep supposed vampires from rising. As archaeologists investigate, the graves begin to shift, stones crack, and the soil exhales cold mist, until the bodies vanish entirely, leaving only dragging footprints leading away from the open earth.

A hidden cave beneath ancient roots concealed a Viking sword, buried to imprison the darkness bound within it. When unearthed, the blade stirred with a pulse like a heartbeat, whispering echoes of forgotten battles. What was once sealed by earth now lingered above, carrying a curse that promised only madness and death.

A book of poetry.

Seven ancient bound figures lie in the earth, cursed to watch and wait, drawing the living into their ranks until none can tell how many truly remain.

These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die like fire and powder; which, as they kiss, consume. A compilation of my violent delights as a teenager. I otherwise like to refer to it as poetry - scattered words on a page, seeming to make little sense. These are my pains and joys blurred into one. Please be nice! "Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart..." - William Wordsworth All Rights Reserved These are all my original works, words and thoughts stemming from raw emotion. Please do not republish or reuse without reference as plagiarism is a CRIME!

A mass grave of shackled skeletons uncovered beneath modern Athens awakens a lingering darkness, as the disturbed dead stir beneath the city's bright facade.

Archaeologists uncover a crypt holding two ancient skeletons. As night falls, whispers, shifting bones, and eerie breathing haunt the site-until the dead are found clasping hands, a single word carved in stone beside them: Stay.

Archaeologists in Poland uncover a 17th-century child's grave bound with iron and sealed by anti-vampire rituals-but when night falls, something buried deep beneath the soil begins to stir once more.

A man moves into an old, abandoned house and discovers a hidden pit beneath the floor filled with tangled human bones. When he disturbs them, the dead awaken-and claim him as their own.

Alex grinned proudly looking at me, then back out the crowd he stood in front of. "Everyone settle down." He says, walking slowly to the mic. Every inch of me wanted to run out of this nightmare. But I knew, I'd regret it. I wanted run, I wanted to cry, I wanted to do everything he said I couldn't. How could a man so mean, arrogant, and selfish have his happy ending? Tears swelled in my eyes as I continued ranting in my mind. I starred at him, hatefully. Alex looked back at me, and as he smiled all I could do was hold on my tears. "I want to welcome you all to my new-" The crowd gasped. Not at the opening of the red curtains. But at the small brown girl, running. I was for sure, NOT going to regret this.

Hallo people from around the world!! This book is a glimpse into the chaos in my head. There will be poems, stories and maybe song lyrics that YOU can use (After asking for permission). In each poem , story or song lyric I write, I will be figuring: "the meaning of life". And hopefully YOU and I will understand "the meaning of life" a bit better. PLEASE!!! - No hate - Be respectful - Ask before using anything and credit me - Share my story if you enjoy it - Correct me if I write something wrong - Tell me your honest opinion - Stay hydrated and alive P.S I'm not a native English speaker