Unease Stories

Short Entries, about a delusional girl's story, and perspective of life. As the Entries continue on, the more darker and twisted they all become, and show who the girl really is.(Occasional missing Entries)

When a buried artifact in the Canadian wilderness begins transmitting impossible seismic tones, scientists call it an anomaly. The world calls it coincidence. But across continents, the same pattern begins to echo - in ocean currents, in digital code, in the pulse of cities. Something ancient is waking. Revenge of the Forgotten is a global horror epic told through fifteen interconnected stories, each unveiling the return of a god erased from memory. From the soil of Alberta to the depths of the Atlantic, from concert halls to warzones, the divine reclaims its domains through the very systems humanity built to replace it - industry, entertainment, politics, medicine, and death itself. As the pattern known as The Resonance spreads, the line between technology and theology dissolves. Every god is another facet of one vast consciousness: the Earth remembering itself. Civilization is not being destroyed - it's being rewritten into worship.

I believe that is the worst torture of all.

An ancient jawbone unearthed in Turkey awakens a long-buried predator-an early ancestor that was never meant to be found, and one that is now ready to reclaim the world it lost.

Empty warehouses. Flickering lights. Endless silence. Beneath fluorescent lights and surrounded by silent industrial corridors, two security guards endure another lonely overnight shift at the guard shack. The night begins like any other beneath the cold stillness of the industrial world. But in places where few people walk and fewer still linger, something unsettling slowly reveals itself within the darkness. Sometimes the quiet is the most frightening thing of all. Sometimes the night watches back.

Hikes can be nice. Wandering through nature and enjoying scenery, who wouldn't find that pleasant. Its only when you take wrong turns that they get unpleasant.

You keep falling... And falling... And falling.... Based off of a dream I had on this morning. 3/18/23

A tightly bound skeleton is unearthed and freed from its ancient restraints, unleashing a violent entity that once had to be buried in a twisted, pinned pose to keep it from returning.

When I began this poetry collection I was initially inspired by a few timeless pieces from Edger Allen Poe. It sounds cliche, but I've always had a fascination with the foreboding and mysterious atmosphere of American Dark Romanticism. That being said, I didn't want to simply copy Poe or Hawthorne; I wanted to derive my own style, while preserving some of the notable tropes from traditional Gothic literature. So this was my plan of attack: I wanted to take everyday experiences that the average person encounters on a regular basis, and then defamiliarize them to enhance said experience. By avoiding stories about demons and apparitions haunting their victims, I could focus more on natural occurrences that consequently evoke feelings of unease. For instance, most people remember being nervous for a big life-changing interview, but the only way they could feel that dread, anxiety, and impatience again is by reliving that moment. Ultimately, my objective was to take the reader back to those uncomfortable moments, and enhance said common experience, in order to make the audience feel alive for participating. Because of the nature of the experiences I've chosen to write about, there is a universal factor present through this collection. To clarify, I do not wish to trigger or make anyone relive a traumatic experience; I merely want to expose commonly shared life experiences, in hopes of creating a sense of community for the reader. After all, we've all been there before, so there isn't any reason to be ashamed.

September 24th-- doubts, fears and insecurities

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.

During a construction dig, workers uncover chained skeletons sealed in stone coffins. That night, one grave is found empty, the chains snapped and trembling-and by morning, several workers have vanished, leaving only disturbed earth and a faint skeletal figure captured in a single photograph.

A collection of short stories inspired by the king in yellow. It is not horror, but is foreboding and mysterious; exploring the mystical, philosophical, and interesting. Spiritual horror!

this is a compilation of poems both in English and Filipino. original and edited version of the posted poems...

The dream world is real for one girl. When she is asleep or only semi-conscious she experiences things that her mind creates, things that should be only in her dreams, unable to hurt her.

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Mark Luce is a clueless, kind-hearted 17 year old. Having to deal with his perverted best friend Shaw, his vicious bully Joey, a grandpa that still thinks he’s in World War 2, his constant zoning out, and being openly gay in a homophobic society, Mark has a lot on his plate. When Maxx Falcone, the boy Mark had crushed on for years, reenters his life, things get even crazier. Mark can hardly believe it when Maxx begins to show an interest in him. But Maxx has a deadly secret that could tear apart Mark’s world and shatter his gentle heart if he isn’t careful.