Shrouded Stories

A long-buried skeleton fused with ancient antlers begins to rise after a landslide exposes its ritual grave, stalking the nearby forest as it hunts for the ones who once imprisoned it.

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An ancient mummy's jeweled ring, fused into its desiccated hand, carries a cursed power that consumes anyone who dares to claim it-leaving only whispers in the desert and vanished souls in its wake.

The old Victorian mansion stood on the outskirts of town, its eerie silhouette shrouded in darkness.

A prehistoric burial bog awakens when ancient, brain-preserved skeletons begin to stir beneath the water, revealing that the dead were never meant to be uncovered-or released.

DIFFERENT TYPES OF STORY THAT WILL MAKE YOU CRY,LAUGH,SCARED,HAPPY,AND SAD

Ezra lives on the other edge of the forest, in a strange, dark, society. Tahlia lives in a small village, just across the forest. Ezra can't remember life before The Infection spread. Tahlia remembers it so vividly, that she still wakes up with nightmares. Ezra is an anti-social, killing machine. A perfect soldier. Tahlia is an adventurous, curious, girl who lives with parent's who can't understand her. They do have one thing in common though. They're trying to survive. Follow Ezra and Tahlia as they fight for survival in a world full of brain-eating savages, and what happens when they meet each other in the forest? Ezra, collecting brains. Tahlia, fetching the water. They've never even met anyone outside their own colonies. Tahlia's never loved another boy before. Ezra's never loved another girl. Ezra hardly even knows what love is. THEY ARE: THE SURVIVALISTS

The Merewolf, Voc, enters into Camilla's mind, hoping to find a way to save them from their uncontrollable rage. The mind can be a lot more shrouded in shadows than one may originally assume though. In the mind, anything is possible. WARNING: Mild Language & Dark Themes The Mythic Guild is a VRChat RP hosted by ChaoticFireBlaze. This story is a side story that happened with some of my characters in the RP.

A collection of poems I've decided are going to be in the Atty Awards I've really put thought into these, so I consider some of these my best, but not all of them.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?" "I forgot! All right? What's the big deal?" "The big deal is that you forgot the last dozen times! When are you going to learn to show some respect and listen to what I tell you?" "Maybe when you start listening to me!" "What do you mean listen to you? This is the most talking you've done in a conversation with me within the last week." "Whatever." "Yeah, go ahead! Slam the door behind you why don't you? Not like I was talking to you or anything!" That's the last conversation we had before he went missing. The last conversation I will remember if I never see him again. The last conversation that caused him to walk away in a rage. If only I knew he'd never return.

A wetland excavation uncovers a grotesque, tangled mass of impossible bones, awakening something ancient beneath the mud. As the ground begins to pulse and a towering composite creature briefly rises from the pit, the workers flee-leaving behind a seemingly calm marsh that still, unmistakably, breathes.

Just a simple haiku, sometimes it is not just the emotions which outpours through words or the tears that flow from the eyes that tells of the inner sadness. Sometimes it's that vacant, masked expression of the eyes which conveys a lot more than spoken words. It's not always about seeing or hearing something to feel a person's hidden sorrows, rather it's about feeling the unexpressed feelings.

as my comeback story it speaks about ourselves and perspectives clouded by society

A cursed braid that continues to grow from a dead woman's skull ensnares the living, feeding on fear and dragging its victims into the darkness it once served.