Uncanny Stories

Publishing my Uncanny Adorable Stray Kids Fan Arts ☘️✨

A dying town launches a rebranding campaign that no one seems to be running. The billboards appear overnight. The slogans don't explain themselves. A diner waitress says nobody puts them up, and nobody takes them down. A couple arrives expecting ironic tourism and finds something closer to a live experiment. Beauchêne doesn't ask visitors to believe anything. It only asks them to stay. To notice. To participate. What begins as small-town decay becomes a slow, sideways unraveling... murals that feel instructional, civic programs that behave like dares, and a town that seems increasingly aware of the people passing through it. A surreal, slow-burn satire about American decline, anti-branding, and the strange comfort of entropy. Meaning doesn't collapse here. It rebrands. Entropy is a vibe. Decline tastes like caramel. Welcome to Beauchêne. You're here now.

The glass doesn't just reflect. It watches. It's a prickle on my skin, a cold weight in the air. Even with my back turned I can feel it: a steady, unblinking gaze from coming from the mirror across the room. I tell myself it is just the shadows. I tell myself the room in the in the reflection is identical to mine. But every time I snap my eyes open in the dark to check the sensation is always the same - a heart-stopping certainty that it was already looking at me first. Nothing has moved. Nothing has changed. Yet everything is wrong.

As the quiet of dawn is pierced, the routine begins again. A countdown pulsing red across a contact lens. A collection of weird and speculative standalone short stories. No reading order required. Twists in the ordinary. Small glitches in reality. [Versione Italiana disponibile sul profilo]

Not all horrors are imagined. Some live next door. These are short standalone stories inspired by whispered fears, urban legends, and things we pretend do not happen.

For the open novella contest, this is a story about a young girl who wakes up in the small town of Star Dew. The scenery is nice. The town's people are friendly. But she has no memories of how she got there. And things get surreal when she tries to leave town but is looped back in. Her only clue is a purple iris that glows in her dreams.

Some CUTE short stories!!

A girl got swallowed by a black void, throwing her into a dreadful world full of psychopathic monsters with deadly intelligence. She tries to survive from every monster she encounters constantly, while she discovers the disturbing reality she is forced to live in, and feels the amount of panic and terror stabbing through her every second she is close to death. Will she ever escape this world? And is she the only human in this world?

get ready for the weirdest dreams you've ever heard of.

A remastered piece of my old writings, collectively of my own life and experiences but retaining a creative kick to it. I hope you all enjoy reading Dust Recoiling

Amnesia. Trust. Priorities. When truth is divided by zero, should a man listen to his heart or his mind? Unbeknownst to a detective on vacation, he falls down a staircase of disaster as his life begins to take form in the shape of desperation surrounded by guilt. Just when things were about to seem favorable, Adam Jucas realizes that he is in a strange town isolated from the rest of the world. Was there even such a thing as 'rest of the world'? He couldn't know, for he couldn't remember. And for the things he did remember, they only forged more loops and corners untamed in his quest for discovering where he actually came from. This is a story of memory loss and trust, and how truth is often warped in ways we don't understand.

hmm okay, so this is a school essay that I had originally written in bengali back in 2006. i had also written a translation of it in my diary... YES! i still have that diary... and tonight i'll upload that essay here on wattpad!

What was supposed to be a late walk back home from a friends house turned out to be the last walk of life. ............................................................................ -I try to make it gender neutral so feel free imagine the characters gender or even them how ever you want (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠) ___________________________________________ ⚠️Warning⚠️ -Swears/bad words. -Disturbing contents. -Dramaticness. -Tiny-tiny mention of Pedophilia. -Uncanny Events. -Blood. -Reference of a song (I don't mean it as a trigger or offence or hate to anyone or the singer.) ___________________________________________ Hey there! This is a new story which is a short story (its my first time in writing a short story, so let me know how it is.) Anyway, This story belongs to me {Agent heir} or I also go by {Heirs} so please don't repost or clam it as your own. few things; -The story is a pure Fiction, so please don't take it seriously. -The cover does not belong to me. -English is not my first language so sorry if there is any mistake and grammar mistake or weird writing and weird meaning behind a word/sentence or etc. ^^'/ -I don't mean to offend anyone or anything from my work. -I write for fun and because I like to write. That's it for now have a good day, afternoon, evening, night, midnight, early morning and year. :) Bye-Bye. __________________•Heirs•______________

the games -- open for critique (chapter by chapter ill put more) this is a temporary cover and temporary title! Ophelia and Zephyr are two complete opposites, united by the games that only happen every decade. They're both descend from poor families, unable to support themselves. They find themselves in the most serious situations, but make alliances and even enemies along the way. What really happens behind the scenes? Read as I publish to find out more!

28-year-old Daniel Ashford was living his happy life with his wife and 2 children. When he embarks on the trek that is spring cleaning, he finds a diary in his attic. Inquisitively, he reads it - it's not his, but it seemed like it's past its day of use. As he reads what appears to be a normal teenage drama, he realises a far more sinister truth beneath. And how he too, is somehow, linked with this crime.

In a world where strange black goo consumes and mimics the people it infects, Elias Rivers and his cousin, Thomas Knight, lead a quiet life. But when reports of these creatures - called Eidolons - begin to surface, their peaceful town is thrown into chaos. As the mimicry becomes increasingly dangerous, the brothers must confront the terrifying truth: the line between human and monster is thinner than they ever imagined.

This manuscript was found on a deceased journalist's hard drive, buried among the smoldering remains of a crashed flight from Arizona to New York. The manuscript, recently declassified, details said journalist's investigations into eccentric artist John Moore, and their disappearance. The events hereby described are, according to the Pentagon, highly unreliable due to the author's apparent descent into psychosis. However, the crash site was never allowed access by the media, and rumors circulating through supposed leaks and a global onset of strange dreams suggest that, among the plane's debris, the manuscript's author was no longer wholly human.

When Molly moves to a quiet town, she wants only one thing - a fresh start. But a chance encounter at a market tears a crack in reality. There is a world that exists parallel to ours. A world where living walls breathe, plants sense fear, and creatures called Lactimols are born only once in a century. Phil remembers only a stolen wallet. Molly remembers more - far too much. And when Alexander appears, it becomes clear: she is no longer just an observer. She is the key. And if the Gruns find her before she understands her power, this town will be the first to disappear.

[season 1] In the near-future, mankind succeeds in curing A.I.D.S. However, something much worse fills the void, an aggressive sickness that only affects females. Though only 50% of Earth's population is at risk of contracting M.A.I.D.S., the illness impacts everyone. World War III begins as panic-stricken governments seize healthy females in order to ensure the survival of their people, but even warfare and forced breeding programs can't halt the inevitable: mankind is dying out. An international team of scientists combine existing technologies, theories, and desperation to create Synthia, a synthetic human female capable of M.A.I.D.S.-free existence and, most importantly, reproduction. Biomechanical humans, dubbed Synthias, are mass-produced, and mankind's population begins to slowly increase after being decimated by the illness and war. The cost of salvation is souls. Synthias are denied basic human rights because they are manufactured, not born. After staging an unsuccessful uprising, the facilities where Synthias are mass-produced undergo great changes. Synthia manufactories are re-opened as boutiques where a man's mate can be custom-ordered, right down to the various skills and knowledge the Synthia possesses. A truly male-oriented world emerges around this new technology. Adam, the first son of a Synthia, wants something more than a mere breeding machine. He wants a true partner and something like the "love" he only knows about from pre-war media. The Synthia he creates is something new that threatens to destroy the status quo... Adam's Synthia is not an it. Adam's Synthia is a she. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- M.A.I.D.S. is the winner of two Watty Awards (2011).

Peyote isn't referring to the stupid drug in this case, as I have been trying to practice lucid dreaming not for mental health reasons but for spiritual reasons instead. Some of the dreams make me wonder if I am on the peyote drug , but I know I hate taking my own doctor prescribed medication.......and have been sober for all of my 34 years on this planet well, at least in this body.......as I believe in reincarnation and rebirth. I had dreams, nightmares, past life flashback and astral projection and visiting parallel and alternative universes with out the help of mental illness or drugs. This experiences are 100% natural for the ultimate shamanic experience is sleeping. [ began July 1, 2023]