Creeping Stories

You are the queen's puppet, a mysterious and cold person. You have brung yourself a demon maid, and you have no one else to actually care for. Your mother died at age 4 from lung cancer. Your father constantly hurt you when he was drunk, mentally and physically. You couldn't take it anymore. You killed your father with a single shot. Execution style. You ran as far away you could from home and at age 9 was put in a sex trade. And that was when you summoned a demon you named Alexandria Constaline. Ever since then you inherited your parents' wealth owning 9 companies worldwide, having a luxurious manor and at age 12 you became the queen's puppet. Solving cases with your demon.

Zeke and his little sister Kylie Were A Little Mysterious About The Towns Name, So Every Night They Invested The Houses Deepest Darkest Secrets While Killers Were On The Lose Right In There Town. They Killed Over Half The City's Population And The Secrets Were Telling Who's Next...

Based on the smash hit H.P Lovecraft inspired game: the sunless sea Log date: July 12,1873 My name is John Artemis. [I am the captain of the Dawnlight, we were going to depart for Europe on a venture to get new opportunities for wealth. As we trudged through the waves slowly, cutting them as we travel the quiet seas, we had began to realize the tragedy that would befall us. As we did not see the large hole like area in the ocean in front. I am writing this in hope my wife will somehow gather this parchment. We may not live long enough to see them again, we are low on supplies and food, we do see something in the distance... ] {This is a story like logbook that will show horrifying encounters on their hope of survival, as there will be incomprehensible abominations that will strike fear in them, terror will wreak havoc on them and hopelessness will strike them. As they trudge through the dangerous, terrifying, harrowing, abominable sea, otherwise known as The Darkness Below.} Hope you dare to read, the departure: the darkness below... (Will take place in the 1870 area of time.) Contact me at JohnArtemisTD@gmail.com for more information

Vaelthorn's royal court throws its wildest parties to forget the rot creeping under the throne. But the real show belongs to the Periphery, a troupe of performers who turn every night into something unforgettable-and dangerous. The star is the Masked Performer, that porcelain-faced mystery no one has ever seen unmasked. Her dances look like art, but they're something else: quiet rituals that bleed the life out of the kingdom while her hidden followers sharpen their knives for the king. With her comes the Tightrope Walker, slipping across threads of nothing like a spider on silk, the Dreamweaver who can turn your sleep into the best night of your life or a nightmare you never wake from, and the Candle Maker, selling strange tapers at secret markets-light one and you live someone else's joy, grief, or full-blown madness for a while. Maren, a cartographer's daughter who's spent her life tracing old maps of forgotten corners, shouldn't even be there that night. She sneaks in on a whim, expecting pretty lights and tricks. Instead she sees the cracks: the way the mask seems to watch back, the threads pulling tighter overhead, the dreams that don't fade when you open your eyes. Suddenly she's caught in their game, where every bow and whisper pulls her deeper into a web of revenge and secrets that could bring the whole kingdom down.

This tome shall be a collection of all the @#$%%& poetry I've kept up with. Whether it be Free-verse, Imagery, Epigram, or ABC; It is or will be here for everyone to gawk at...

Have you ever just sat and thought to yourself am I unlovable?? Often times I question if there is something wrong with me. Like why the fuck am I so unlovable? No matter how hard I try or how loyal I am I'm never good enough. See me, Megan Parks when I love, I love hard. I give a person all of me. When I love you, I love unconditionally and I except whatever risk that comes with you. I'm willing to risk it all, I'll lay my life on the line for you. I know I may sound stupid But I'm just a girl looking for real love.

At Florida's Windover pond, 8,000-year-old bodies lie perfectly preserved in peat, some with intact brain tissue. As researchers uncover them, the water and the skulls seem to react-shifting, pulsing, and finally rising, only to vanish again-revealing that the pond itself remembers the dead in ways no human should witness.

A couplet poem personifying a spider

Can u imagine have nightmares and they come true?

An ancient clay vessel sealed with a twisted skeleton begins to leak its cursed silence, unleashing a voice that was never meant to be heard.

Emotions and thoughts that are hard to speak, put down as poems to show the mind. Some are painful, some are confused and some are silly.

Under intensive revision. Ignore this work for the mean time.

you can put your love, trust and devotion into someone just to get done dirty in the end but never let them have the last laugh.

Forced to leave home, Luka and his sister move in with relatives they've never met. The burden of having to take care of his family had meant he quit school and start working. Free of those responsibilities, he can now finish his education. Thankfully, the local high school specializes in helping troubled youth fast track their education. Braving the nightmare, he must return to school and deal with life as a legal adult at the same time. At least he's not doing it alone. The local social club seems to think he’s the perfect charity case and prospect for membership in 'The Orchid Society'. He can’t really put his finger on it, but something about their obsession with foxes is oddly disturbing.

The creeping fear that our reality is not what it seems looms over us all. Some of us more than others...

In the murky depths, a diver encounters a chained, mask-wearing figure standing upright on the lakebed. Though lifeless in appearance, its gaze shifts toward him, revealing it is not a relic, but a sentinel that waits.

A family buys an old farm house on a acreage, even though they heard the story of the closet...