Uncanny Stories

This book did not come out as planned, there are many errors but read at your own risk. If you do read make sure to like, comment, and follow. Thank you. 💕

A wrong turn. What begins as a quiet drive spirals into a looping nightmare where reality bends, reflections lie, and escape feels just out of reach. Some places don't need monsters - they become one. "Roads are supposed to lead somewhere. This one just kept bringing me back."~ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸. I 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥- 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.

you know.... this is literally just "Caged Bird" but things follow Steven's side better.

So..Yeah..I know I have another story what I should finished first but anyways...This is still Munhana fanfic and yeah..Sung-Young and Jade are there too "There is a lot of things you don't about me Seo Mun..I know everything between space and time..And about your powers..How to unlock them and how to control them.."

Eiko is a lazy highschooler struggling to find motivation. One day, he finds a marker with the power to create anything using AI. At first, Eiko is excited about the endless possibilities he holds but, the more he continues using the marker - the more sentient and powerful the AI becomes. Will Eiko have the strength to resist the AI's temptations before something bad happens?

GRAVEBORN calls you to explore the darker corners of the human psyche, where our deepest fears and most unsettling desires come to life. This collection weaves together tales of dread, each one a haunting reflection of what it means to be human. From the sinister whispers that echo in empty hallways to the visceral encounters that leave a mark on the soul, these stories probe the boundaries of sanity and the fragility of our existence. Prepare to confront the horrors that lurk not only in the shadows but within ourselves, as the line between the monstrous and the mundane blurs in ways you never imagined.

I'm not that funny- Anyways hi welcome to my art book There will probably be my life rants But HEY! MOSTLY ART CUZ YEAHHHH IT'S AN ARTBOOK This artbook contains: Anastasia Dear Evan Hansen Book of Mormon Waitress Hamilton Heathers Be more Chill And some other random stuff ;)

This is a small town. If your brother ate your mum, send him into the woods. If you want fried chicken, you'll have to put up with the hooded figures. If you want to leave cryptic messages in the woods, bribe Micheal. You don't get many options out here in the middle of nowhere. Don't talk to anyone with a cello, by the way. (About trans monster teens in the woods murdering people, being silly, and learning to live with their new conditions) !Contains horror, gore, and distressing topics!

Fractal Multiverse Reality Alpha-0001-A Velvaria | 2007

CREDIT FOR THUMBNAIL ART GOES TO ARTIST. (I do not claim any art used in this book at any time unless said otherwise. Art will be replaced if artist asks me too) A shock to all in the circus. After many disagreements it seemed as though Pomni and Jax were finally starting to get along. They had begun to understand one another in a way it seemed no other could. However in a turning of events, and a gun to the head a much larger argument makes a huge shift in their once potential friendship. Pomni and Jax turn different ways after the award show for favorite character. Soon the circus will discover a sickening truth to the digital world they are trapped in and things that were once a bitter sweet will now turn straight sour. How many of them will make it out with their minds?

A weird secret is concealed in the very core of Italy, an enigma rooted in a distant past: Mount Sibyl, with the eerie legend concerning the gloomy cave that once existed on the mountain-top. Is a deity or an oracular priestess concealed beneath a remote Italian peak? Why have travellers from Germany, France, Flanders and other European countries journeyed for centuries up to that cliff? What is truth hidden behind the tales of sensual damsels and unbelievable treasures? Can a connection to the old tale of Tannhäuser be established? Follow the main character of this compelling novel in his quest for the truth. A real Italian legend, once known all over Europe, is staged in 'The Eleventh Sibyl' for the delight of the refined reader. The myth of the Apennine Sibyl is narrated by the major expert in the legends and lore of the Sibillini Mountain Range in Italy.

--- A normal ride to cram school. A single turn down a familiar street. And suddenly... nothing is the same anymore. The rain disappears. The air dries out. Sand covers the streets where grass should have been. The buildings look familiar-but wrong. And then I saw it. The building that changed everything - the cram school I've always known, the one I see every day, and the one I go to every day. Inside, no one notices anything strange. No one, except me. What waits beyond the corner of another world? ---

Let this be said: I am drunk and have just opened another beer for your sake, mister, miss, the reader. Or perhaps I should say miss, mister, the reader since, you know what they say: "ladies come first." I think that's what it is, it has to do with boats anyways.

A dot wakes up to find itself in a white, blank area that seems to stretch on for miles. It doesn't know how it got there, and it can't remember anything at all. As it explores the vast landscape it finds itself trapped in, it starts to regain more of its forgotten memories, and finds out what the place actually is. Soon it had only one objective - escape.

TW FOR BODY HORROR

a series of events you cant just glance at

Poetry/short stories/other writing. Will add a part whenever feeling especially odd. You know, creative motivation and all that. Anyway, have some fun!

A poem about a riddle.

Inspired by M.R. James' ghost stories, 'The Bellarmine Jug' combines a Hauntologically ghostly narrative with local folklore research in order to explore how the palimpsestic nature of London's urban landscape inadvertently opens temporal rifts where time pleats back on itself. Th story follows our protagonist, an isolated young natural scientist, who takes up the practice of mudlarking. Influenced by my local surroundings and my part-time job copywriting for a Holborn antiques shop, the story uncovers the uncanny draw of the washed-up objects that our protagonist finds on the foreshore.