Stream of Consciousness
Víðarr Óðinnson
Maybe I shouldn’t have come; most here don’t even know my name. To many, I am invisible, but to the one who has summoned me, I appear in all my fearsome splendor. Alas, woe to anyone I am summoned against, for they shall feel the sharpness of my blade before they see me.
By Mother Combs14 days ago in Fiction
THE QUIET RULE
(A family keeps one simple rule: never go into the basement after 9 p.m. But when something begins knocking from below - patient, deliberate, and alive - the real horror isn’t what’s waiting in the dark… it’s that everyone else has already accepted it.)
By Lori A. A.18 days ago in Fiction
The Silence
Danny used to feel it like weight. Not heavy, but solid, like someone standing behind him in a dark room, not threatening, just present, close enough that if he turned around fast enough he might catch a glimpse. The voice had never been audible. It was clearer than that. It landed inside him fully formed, without effort. Not imagination. Not guessing. Words that carried authority. Stay in faith. I will bring it to pass. Do you trust Me. Those moments had come when life was tight, when invoices went unpaid, when the repair shop sat quiet for hours longer than it should have, when fear crept in through the cracks at night. The words steadied him, not because they fixed anything instantly, but because they made the chaos feel contained.
By Joey Raines22 days ago in Fiction
