histórias de Weird-fiction

A short story of a bleak future in which humanity is ruled by an unknown force and only true monsters can save them.

I killed all of my colleagues, and I'll never get caught. This is my confession.

I accidentally turned The Syrian Civil War into an interstellar conflict and now we're all in danger.

The monsters lurking in shadows. The words of unknown meaning spoken in the darkness of night. The last letter to an old friend. This is my first work of horror as well as my first ever work in English. If you find an error, please point it out.

My friend and I found a portal to a world where Homo sapiens never evolved. We saw what the world became without us. It shocked us.

Doctor Norman Holmes isn't your average detective. Between solving mysteries, craving ice cream, and pondering the mysteries of language, his blog takes you into a surreal world where cats speak, gravity reverses, and reality feels just a little off. Told through short, diary-like posts, Doctor Norman Holmes's Blog blends absurd humor, noir vibes, and philosophical reflections into something equal parts strange, funny, and haunting. If you like experimental stories that blur the line between personal journal and dream logic, step inside Norman's mind.

Short story When a villain steals another villain's hero, possessiveness takes over. No one takes their hero.

An old hotel holds more secrets and terrors.

An inheritance of an old, run down farm, strange circumstances begin to occur and it all surrounds a mysterious scarecrow, who is the key to a man's fears or...maybe his insanity?

It seems like every Spring she has a visitor. A creature appears intend on tormenting her. Is her husband right and she's loosing her mind? Could the creature be something more?

A simple idea that I spewed into a word document for the time being that I will be expanding in the future.

When pigeons vote gravity out of office, an ordinary retired dentist finds himself recruited by a dreaming Egg. Its mission? To erase Thursday, the most suspicious day of the week. But time doesn't like being edited, and soon Harold is negotiating with bureaucratic owls, duelling with anthropomorphic weekdays, and questioning whether anticipation itself is worth saving.