Today I bring you something a little bit different than usual, no gory horror stories, no lengthy novels, only a short story about, well, you'll see, I don't want to spoil it. Let me know what you thought

I've been debating for a while with myself now and I've decided to take a break from the Faylake series I'm writing, I'm having a creative blockade and don't know how to proceed with the story at the moment.

I'm fully aware I haven't posted in over a month, it's been some busy days, soon it'll get even busier if I start teaching again. Fingers crossed that my interview goes the right way :) Also I'll probably

I've decided to start naming parts with some mini titles instead of just numbers. Hope you enjoy the read! The second part of his long drive was going by much faster than the first, all the small towns

I'm just writing this to say Happy Holidays to everyone! Hope it's been a good year to you all and I hope the next one will everything you want it to be. Enjoy your life to the fullest and just be happy.

It felt like days. Days of pointless running and hiding. The world is crumbling down and our greed is the only thing to blame. The war came and it passed. Nuclear bombs destroyed pretty much everything

The reason I changed the part counter is simple: I'm not sure if what I'm posting here can be thought of as a whole chapter or part or not, that's why I won't keep count at all. Also I don't know how long

For a change I won't be writing any short horror or thriller stories, just a funny random anecdote from a few months back. I've been too preoccupied with my, well let's call it a novel in progress

Lately I've been thinking, what if after death feels like anxiety? Don't ask me why this has been going around my head, but it just has. What if that disgusting feeling of despair and concern is exactly

I think I've finally decided on the title. Not 100% sure, but at least somewhere around 90%. Anyways not to waste your time, here's part four of the story. Enjoy. The following morning was gloomy and dark,

It felt like hours have passed before Hamond's thoughts sorted themselves back into order and he finally got the ability to think and move once again. He left the bathroom and sat back at his desk, pale

Been meaning to finish writing the next part of my story, but it's been such a slow day. Gosh I hate that, nothing interesting is happening. Mind as well leave writing for another day and stare at the

Image source: Pixabay I'm going to tell you a true very very short story that happened to me personally. It's a weird thing that happened because of my sleep depriving. Take my example and please get enough

They say that nothing is creepier than the feeling of being watched. I tend to disagree. Those who have eyes to watch you mostly do just that, stare at you just to make you feel uneasy. I find those who

It was a cold late November evening and the sun set just a few minutes before he walked out of Dr. Winston's office. The streets were almost empty and the freezing cold, dry air was hurting Hamond's ears,

Image source: Imdb I know you're all probably sick and tired of countless Joker reviews, but I couldn't resist to hop on to the crazy train myself. I watched the movie about three weeks ago and I'm finally

Image source: Pixabay Not a day goes by that I don't think about my past, my childhood, trying to recall any details about the sickness that plagued the lives of the people from Faylake. And every day

Hello Steemians! I'm back after a long while to post some more! I'm not sure how long I'll stick around, but I'm in the process of writing some story (which I have no idea how I'm going to finish or how

Iako se Neptun vezuje gotovo isključivo za more, postoje dokazi da je voleo da šeta kopnom, pa čak i da je bio pasionirani lovac na ptice (Giardino di Boboli, Firenze) 2 i 3. Zamišljeni, zabrinuti gargojli,

Welcome dear friends to my long overdue review of the new horror movie by Jordan Peele, "Us". Us (2019) SPOILER ALERT! If you haven't seen the movie, read no further. I usually don't post spoilers,