The Fate Of Two Worlds Rests On The Shoulders Of a Few Unsuspecting Souls
Around twenty children, skin the shades of chocolate from dark to milky, sat on a rug made of soft wool. The rug had drawings of planets and animals, alien scenes to the sitting children from a faraway place that might have never existed. They gathered in a large room with rich brown and green walls….
What they say is false. I have two sisters, but I was eldest. Yes, my mother died when I was small, sixteen winters gone. And yes, I am Beauty – so Father called me. He was a merchant, rough and shrewd, wise at barter, and providing for our needs and some of our modest wants….
Since we are celebrating Isaac Michaan’s birthday, we decided to make a very special giveaway. This prize of this giveaway could be worth $1000 (One Thousand Dollars) and it is: All of our books in Hardback form (with new covers, soon to be available for mass sale) and a one of a kind item, Ethan…
For a thousand years, Gerr had been a goddess, or was it a day? Time acted like a deranged snake in the gods’ plane, it twisted and looped and generally felt nonexistent. Gerra was the goddess of last chance, she always has been. People worshipped her for millennia, and yet only a day ago she…
Gerra took a deep breath, but it felt neverending. She was breathing in for an eternity. There was no way to stop her intake of air. She whimpered, and as the breath intake started, it stopped. Something warm touched Gerra’s shoulder. She was afraid to turn, lest it becomes a neverending turn as her inhalation…
The Halloween Story Competition is our most recent event in which the winners will get copies of all of our published books, plus a special winner digital certificate, and a big announcement placed permanently on our website. It might not seem like much, but you will get all the brag rights you would want with…
This tale was repeated one way or another through the nights we gathered around horror Granny, in a way it was the staple of her craft, like a familiar trope some author resorts to in all their books. I remember the first time I heard this one, I was around seven, and it was the…
The year was 1980, and I was enamored with Horror Granny’s tales. I had to be there each night for a new tale. When horror granny gripped us each night with another tale, it was accompanied by the whimpers of scared children and the sounds of the mostly silent night. Of course, the occasional stray…
Did you ever listen to certain horror urban legends told as if they were the only truth out there? When I was a boy, the grandmother of one of my street-playing acquaintances would gather us every night to tell us a horrific story that would fall more into the land of urban legends than anything…
My year as an Intern had a lot of strange occurrences, some surreal, some dramatic, and some out of a fantasy book. It was another day of summer. Hot, humid, and itchy. The ER didn’t have an air conditioning system at the time. They told us, interns, that there was a problem with the electric…