A lovecraftian horror story about a boy targeted by sleep demons

I’ve always believed that art reflects the artist’s soul. Because art is the language of the soul. And yours... yours is full of life. To me, art is like an offering, too. To a world that has given me so little, to a world that has taken from me so much, it is my offering. My good will. In hopes ...

She should have died. Instead, she awakens with burning memories, a strange pressure behind her eyes, and wolf-like irises staring back at her in the mirror. Rescued—if it can be called that—by Luna, a woman who walks the line between human and beast, Esmeralda must confront a terrifying truth: s...

While visiting his friend's rundown apartment, Jamie witnesses something happen one night while looking across the street that leaves him with the desperate hope that it was only a dream.

A short story of 1k words approx. Wont tell anything, read it for yourself!

About a Grandma whose activities changed after losing consicousness.

When a little dryad helped a human boy

At the precipice of annihilation, humanity chose the path of absolute madness, rather than regret. Throughout seven gruesome years, mankind, driven by greed, pride, and blind faith, deprived the paradise called Earth of its beauty and engineered its destruction. And through the confessions of one...