Unearthly Stories

Mia appears to be an average teen who struggles with insecurities, health issues and family problems. But hidden below her normal life is something no one expected.

Fifteen year old Iza finds living in this world far more difficult than it had been for the past 5 years. One day as she gets back her memories of the past , she realizes that she has an option to make all her fantasies come true but every eternal happiness requires some sacrifice . So what will this realization of the dream cost her?

Beyond the modern times and technology is prosperous‐earth-beings are oblivious and joyous to the changes. Healed a number of illnesses, and attained the dreams of the past; thus the beginnings of change had already passed. Power and greed consume the world as it has always been good at. Chasing away truths for lies. Lie is a make up and truths are also only a make up. So, which really are we? Are we true?

A museum night guard becomes entranced by an ancient jade burial suit that seems to move on its own. When the relic awakens, he vanishes-leaving behind only his flashlight and a new hand-shaped mark beneath the jade.

The village avoided the ancient well, though no one remembered why. Its water was stagnant, covered in a thin veil of green, yet it never dried, never overflowed. Children who lingered near it claimed to hear splashes when no stone had been thrown, and at night, faint ripples disturbed its surface without wind or hand. Long ago, the earth cracked open around the well, revealing what lay beneath. A skeleton stared upward from its depths, limbs twisted, surrounded by broken jars that had once carried offerings. The bones rested upon a bed of moss that pulsed faintly, as if it were alive. Its hollow eyes seemed fixed on the sky, watching eternally, waiting. Those who dared to peer too long swore the water darkened, shadows rising from its depths to tug at their reflection. One farmer tied a rope around his waist and leaned in to recover one of the ancient jars. The rope went taut, jerking violently, and when it was pulled back, it was frayed and slick, but empty. The well fed on curiosity. Each year, someone vanished-a child, a traveler, a drunkard stumbling home. The ground around it grew damp with unnatural warmth, as though the earth itself had veins of blood. On moonless nights, bubbles rose from below, carrying with them a foul stench of decay. The skeleton never changed, yet its position shifted subtly with each passing season. Some days its hands rested at its sides, other days upon its chest, and sometimes, it reached upward, fingers extended just beneath the surface. When the villagers gathered one morning, they found the moss had spread beyond the well, curling into the soil like roots searching for new hosts. The skeleton was gone. Only the jars remained, resting on the surface of water blacker than the night sky, reflecting nothing at all. The well no longer waited. It had begun to climb.

A poem

A shackled skeleton lies in a shallow grave, cursed and restless, stirring at night with a hunger that refuses to die.

A cursed fog-filled valley traps the souls of wanderers, leaving behind endless skeletal remains frozen in eternal screams.

A perfectly preserved fossilized beast awakens beneath a mountain, causing tremors and leaving fresh claw marks as something ancient and armored begins to free itself from stone.

Divers uncover a mysterious underwater circle of statues and giant skeletons, awakening an ancient force that traps them forever beneath the sea-transforming them into part of the sunken monument.

Molly spends a weekend at her aunt's house, and has a rather strange experience.

drAw ME A SHEEP--

After waking up in a large underground factory upon a pile of ruins in a set of hospital scrubs, a man searched a foreign world for his identity

An ancient burial is unearthed, revealing a skull pinned to the earth by an iron nail - a seal meant to keep something trapped. When the nail is removed, the dead stir once more, and the archaeologist who disturbed the grave vanishes, leaving only a handprint clawing toward the surface.

An archaeologist uncovers a mass grave beneath a cathedral, where the skeletons seem frozen in screams. As she digs deeper, silence swallows her surroundings, the bones shift, and a cold presence stirs in the pit, watching her from the hollow sockets of the dead.

Alice was a normal 18 year old girl living peacefully with her good'ol family in California until certain events start to occur and she is forced to go and spend her summer holidays with her uncle, who she has never even met and doesn't know a SINGLE thing about. Life can't get much better for her! Hey! Guys I am simply a 12 her old girl writing a story for the first time so please bear with my spelling mistakes or anything else I have done wrong but I can assure you that this gonna be a good story. So please read it :) -MimiZ

An excavation uncovers a crystal tomb surrounded by twisted skeletons, but the artifact is no relic-it is a lock holding something ancient and alive within.

A cursed valley holds skulls bound in clay urns to trap their spirits, but when the vessels crack, the dead stir, whispering, gnawing, and haunting all who disturb their eternal prison.

Hello guys! I have decided to write poems inspired by books I have read including some others that I just felt like writing. these books may include the Throne of Glass series, The Mortal Instruments, Percy Jackson, The Selection, MY OTPS!!! That kind of stuff.... I hope you like them!