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Submitted to Contest #330
I’ll always remember what they told me; Patience is a virtue. I heard that phrase a thousand times as a kid. A thousand more growing up. I’ve heard it enough throughout my life that I could parrot it in my sleep. But, what they failed to tell me, was patience breeds complacency. And complacency makes you accommodating. I tried setting boundaries at first. I did. That first week, I even tried to confront them about that smell. Agonizingly sweet, like overripe pears muddled with overturned earth. I swore it followed me – clung to me even – li...
Submitted to Contest #301
Content Warning: This story contains graphic horror and body horror elements in a Lovecraftian style, including descriptions of bodily transformation, psychological breakdown, extreme fear, and insect-like creatures that defy natural laws. * * * It is with a trembling hand, pallid from a dread that transcends mere mortal terror, that I capture these words on paper. The chittering hasn't always been there—or perhaps it has, a latent horror waiting beneath my consciousness like a hibernating brood. A fina...
Submitted to Contest #297
What Waits in WinterBy: Emily Chancey Pure white snow embraced the world beyond Katherine’s isolated ranger station, each flake a silent trespasser. She stared into the dense woods, a memory nagging at the back of her mind; a tale the older rangers told of voices on the wind, carried in by the first snow. A trick of the cold air, they had said. The radio crackled to life just after midnight, breaking the six hours of dead silence just as the season's first snow began to embrace the world beyond the windows. The sound came suddenly, startlin...
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