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When reclusive novelist Bianca Thorne retreats to her late grandmother's cabin deep in the snow-covered woods, she's seeking silence - a place to write, to forget, to rebuild. The locals warn her the forest isn't kind to outsiders, but Bianca isn't an outsider. The cabin has been in her family for generations. At first, the isolation feels almost peaceful. Until the nights stretch too long, and the trees start whispering her name. Pages she doesn't remember writing appear on her desk. The air tastes of metal. And the townsfolk who once seemed so kind - the shopkeeper, the sheriff, the woman who brings her supplies - start showing up uninvited, asking strange, quiet questions about her writing. As the blizzard closes in, Bianca realizes she's not alone out there - and that the people she trusted may not be people at all. Something ancient, bound to her bloodline and the woods themselves, is waiting for her to finish the story it began. Because the cabin doesn't just want her words. It wants her.

***On Christmas night, 19-year-old Kai returns home with her family-warm, safe, and full of holiday memories. But when she finds a strange book hidden behind a wall in the basement, everything begins to unravel. The moment she reads from its pages, something ancient and inhuman is unleashed. Now hunted by a creature that shouldn't exist, Kai must uncover the truth behind the book before reality slips away-and the shadows take her for good.***

This is amature work...it is the dark thoughts of a man battling to stay in reality

The Corrupter: The Unmaking is a dark fantasy psychological thriller about Auryn Vale, a reclusive sculptor whose students begin creating disturbing works they don't remember making. As whispers seep through dreams and reality unravels, Auryn must confront an ancient force that feeds on meaning and creation itself, The Corrupter. With sanity slipping and the world twisting, Auryn races to stop the unmaking of everything she once believed was real.

This is poetry written from the perspective of a person as they're abused from childhood, to their teenage years, and as an adult.

Reflections match you no more , For you have become the mirror ********************************* Presence of conflict is disdainful and painful but the complete lack of it is sucidal . Without sleep for the last 1 year loosing all human contact after a heated argument with his only friend Moor detective Lockhart struggles to navigate night city. Amidst this turbulence he finds himself at the core of conspiracy when his friend Genny calls him in distress

In a country where gods once walked and justice was divine, how did we arrive at a place where a raped girl's mother is asked, "What was she wearing?" Shadows of Silence is not just a book. It is a wound. A tapestry of truth woven from myth, memory, and mourning, this travels through India's sacred epics and shattered streets to ask a burning question: When did justice become conditional on silence? Structured in four parts-from ancient ideals to modern betrayals-this narrative dares to hold up a mirror. To the laws that failed. To the culture that blinked. To the goddesses who were worshipped but not protected. And to the mothers who carry the weight of unspoken grief like a second skin. Through mythological retellings, real-life horrors, fictional voices, and unflinching moral inquiry, this book becomes a courtroom for a nation's conscience. It doesn't promise healing. But it refuses to look away. 💫❤️‍🔥 Book 1 in Shadow series - - -

My gift to my fellow Wattpaders. The first part of the series will be here indefinitely. Also housing the companion here. Get book two, Burning Down for free on kindle until 9/10/18. 2015 Hollywood Book Festival Honorable Mention in Science Fiction, The Shadow Soul is the first part of The Trailokya Trilogy, a Fantasy series that follows the rise and fall of fabled races and souls at the junction of three worlds: Zion, Earth and Jahannam. K. Williams weaves a tale that will leave you questioning long held convictions about the human legends of Heaven and Hell. Are you ready to enter the gates of Zion and learn the truth? Captain Maiel is a duta warrior of Zion, a race of giant, winged guardians and chroniclers of the lesser souls. Maiel's assurances are shaken when she nearly loses a young human girl to the dark forces of Jahannam, the prison realm where the lowest beings reside. To avoid answering to the leaders of her world, Maiel seeks refuge on Earth, but she is pursued by a baron of Jahannam intent on destroying her. Can she be saved before time runs out? Or will she be sacrificed to secure the borders of Zion and to hide the lie her journey uncovers? With each step further into darkness, long held secrets are revealed and shadows rise from the past to challenge absolutes. ___________________________ Zion's leadership recognizes a plan to breach their defenses. They respond with two heroes to put an end to the war before it begins. Dominic must finally prove himself worthy of his ambitions and Gediel works in the shadows to unravel truth. Those left behind ask the questions they've long ignored-secrets that may destroy their world. Though they seem invincible, it appears the rescuers will never reach Maiel before she falls to the Baron, and he and the princes break the gates of Zion. Get a paper copy wherever books are sold - $0.99 on Kindle. http://authorkwilliams.com/books/the-trailokya-trilogy/

Everyone decays. Some faster than others. Their minds melt. They can't hold on to reality. Rebecca was a troubled child. She was loved. Was able to move on from her past. She got married to a man who seemed wonderful. She had a child. Everything seemed in its place until he child was ripped from her arms. She blamed herself. Her mind that she spent years recovering started to decay again. Reality slips through her pretty fingers. Now. Now she walks side by side with her demon. She found out her mind was not tainted by illness. It was touched by her own demons. Her monsters she saw as a child are real and they are trying to take what's theirs. Her. *Warning. This is an upsetting story. If you don't like it then don't read it. It's different. I've been working on and off of it for a few years. I will not warn you if there is an inappropriate chapter or if it's gruesome. This is you're only warning.* Also it is unedited and more than likely filled with mistakes. Spelling and grammar I apologize. Feel free to leave me notes. Thanks you.

Don't Read This After Midnight Dare to turn the page... if you dare. Within these chilling tales lurk the things that go bump in the night, shadows that watch when you're alone, and whispers that don't belong to anyone alive. Inspired by classic stories of terror and modern NoSleep horrors, this collection will make you double-check your locks, leave the lights on, and question what's really lurking just beyond your vision. Perfect for fans of Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark and spine-tingling Reddit horror, each story is a bite-sized descent into fear-meant to be read one by one... but not after midnight. Once the clock strikes twelve, the nightmares aren't just in the pages-they might be waiting for you. A collection of short horror tales inspired by Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark and r/NoSleep.

They called it Jamaican food. They lied. Every bite, every smell, every morsel screamed neglect and disrespect. This isn't food-it's arrogance plated as cuisine. I've had real Haitian food. I know what care, love, and flavor taste like. This? It tastes like death. Like the animal was killed hours ago in someone's backyard and dumped onto a plate with zero respect. The meat is tough. The vegetables limp. The grains bitter. Every bite feels like a crime scene in my mouth. I can smell the indifference. I can feel the negligence clinging to me like a second skin. This story is unapologetic. It's raw. It's chaotic. It's the truth about a plate of food that claimed to be something it's not. I push the plate away, but the disrespect lingers. The energy of this "meal" haunts the table, the restaurant, and me. And I will not hold back. I will not sugarcoat. Life deserves honesty. Flavor deserves reverence. I deserve respect. If you've ever tasted food that insulted your soul, you'll understand this rage. If you've ever been promised culture and received death on a plate, this story is for you. Every word is a punch, every line a reminder to never swallow lies disguised as something real. This isn't just a rant. This is a rebellion. This is truth served raw, unapologetic, and explosive. Warning: This is not for the faint of heart. It's chaos, it's fury, it's honesty. If you can handle the taste of reality, read on.

Jay Mercer is invisible. Thirty-one years old, working nights at a warehouse, and living in a one-room apartment that smells faintly of dust and old books, he has spent most of his life watching other people live it. He doesn't have friends. He doesn't have family. He doesn't have a reason to be noticed. Until her. She's just a woman from his office - kind, bright, and utterly out of reach. Jay knows he'll never speak to her. He's content to admire her from a distance, to scroll through her world online late at night while the city sleeps. But admiration becomes curiosity, curiosity becomes fixation, and fixation begins to rewrite his life. In trying to shape himself into the kind of man she might see, Jay makes choices that ripple outward, tiny and harmless at first - until they're not. A missed train. A broken conversation. A chance encounter. Each decision tightens an invisible net, pulling strangers and acquaintances into a chain of events no one can stop. As tragedy coils around him, Jay must face a haunting truth: he isn't a monster. He's just lonely. And loneliness can be the most dangerous thing in the world.

This is the Stormy Nights Reading Challenge. (Sept 2nd thru Oct 31st) Join the fun to find new stories and possibly win prizes. This is a collection of murder mysteries, horror stories, science fiction, and some humor--the perfect stories to read on a stormy night! Brought to you by @LLSanders @Monrosey @SheHopes ***Please note: Participating stories may refer to issues and situations that some readers MAY find distressing. Please read responsibly and take note of each author's individual warning for possible story triggers. ***NOT affiliated with Wattpad or Wattpad staff

After a traumatic breakup, Cassidy moves into a new home. In an old wardrobe, he finds a mirror on which messages begin to appear from a brutally murdered girl who insists ghosts don't exist... ### Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the murderer of you all? Cassidy is attempting to rebuild his life after a torturous breakup. He moves into a new house, where an old wardrobe hides a mirror, and a deadly secret. On that mirror, messages appear from a girl brutally murdered years before. A girl he used to have a crush on. A crime that remains unsolved. Can Cass stand back when the messages lead to the killer's true identity? No, and that might just be the death of both him and the siblings desperate to help. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any better at writing, you proved that you're a master at this!!!" "Wow, that's crazy!" "Excellent as always." *Check out the MirrorMirror Spotify Playlist at: https://bit.ly/MirrorMSpotify* #1 in GhostStory #1 in Chiller #1 in LateNightReads **FREE with BONUS CONTENT!**