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Beyond the Broadcast follows Alex's surreal journey through corrupted animation worlds, battling entities to preserve the essence of storytelling.
I stood at the edge of life. Misery and fear filled my heart. One step to end it all. It was then I met a girl the same as me, but we could not hear each other. I wanted to talk. Therefore, I made a paper plane to carry and deliver my voice, and hers.
I have only a chapter or two left to finish the novel I'm writing and that has given me a very bizarre compulsion not to finish it. So, instead I wrote about what an interesting day must look like for a Grim Reaper.
Got a call from his friend in the middle of the night to come help him. Now Nathan is driving down strange country backroads, unsure of where his friend is leading him.
When a man goes for a solo hike for beginners, he quickly finds himself getting lost. Eventually stumbling upon a clearing in the forest, his high hopes about setting up a camp site lower when he finds the abandoned remains of another hiker's tent, and strange noises coming from the surrounding w...
The God of Death is an unconquerable, unnatural, ubiquitous force. So what happens when it travels down to the earthly realm and meets those who worship it? "Death stares at the boy. It really looks into those hollow eyes, red-rimmed and desperate yet authentic. This boy really loves...it. Th...
A lake monster, a competition to solve its mystery, and two schoolmates, where not even the supernatural is always black or white.
After the fall, he found that he was still alive. His mind was blurry. He didn't know what occurred. All that he knew was that he was caught between Life and Death. Holding on to the string of Life, he has a choice to make. What does he choose in the end? Read this to find out.
"Tell me, boy. Do you wish to live?" As I bleed out on the floor, gasping for air, an ethereal creature with eyes the color of blood looms over me, staring at me with a dreadfully, revenant expression. Orbs of Ichor, watch me mysteriously.
When does a hole stop being a hole, and what happens when you learn you're not alone?