Farmstead

Trying to get better at story telling and getting rid of my writers block. I enjoy random stories and am a huge fan of horror, mystery, thrillers and more so those will be the genres I will typically stay in .

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Gate A23

Farmstead

1 min read

She boarded her flight at Gate A23 with a smile that cracked something in me some old bone of belief I didn’t know was still there. Said she’d write. Said maybe we’d bump into each other again, someday.

But she didn’t write.

I waited. Checked my phone every five minutes like a lab rat hitting the lever for sugar water. Told myself the texts got lost in the cloud. Told myself she was just busy time...

Dark Calling

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Humans fear the dark. It’s in our wiring ancestral, primal, clawing at the back of the brain like a locked door rattling in a storm.

But some of us… we seek it.

Not for answers. Not for power. For peace.

The light’s where the lies live. Politicians in pressed suits. Lovers with plastic smiles. Friends who talk in daylight and forget your name at dusk.

But in the dark? No masks. Just silence. Just ...

Identical

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They unearthed the coffin by accident contractors digging up land for a new housing development. No records. No grave marker. Just a child-sized box sealed in iron and rot.

Detective Mara arrived before the news vans could. The coroner said the body inside had been buried for decades, but that wasn’t the unsettling part.

It was the object clenched in the child’s hand. Not a toy. Not a note. A sing...

Between Us

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We sat beneath the porch light’s hum, Your eyes like searchlights, mine like dusk. The silence clung too long between So I said, “It’s done. He won’t come back.”

Your fingers twitched around your glass. Voice low, like peeling paint: “What did you do?”

I smiled like the moon thin and cold. “I gave him what he gave the world. Fear. Silence. Then... nothing.”

You didn’t blink. Just leaned in closer....

Poetry

Focus

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1 min read

The clerk didn’t ask questions just gave a tired nod as David slammed the jug of bleach on the counter. His hands were still trembling.

“Long night?” the clerk mumbled.

David forced a smile. “Laundry.”

His hoodie was zipped up to hide the specks. Blood looked black under gas station lights.

He paid in cash. No card. No camera over the register he’d checked. Twice.

Back in the car, the smell hit hi...

Captured

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The man on the side of the road looked like a ghost in denim tall, wiry, face half-shadowed by his hood. His thumb pointed up.

Mark and Lacey slowed their rusty pickup.

“You see that smile?” Lacey whispered. “That’s a serial killer smile.”

Mark grinned. “Perfect. Let’s mess with him.”

The man climbed in without a word. His duffel hit the floor with a heavy thud.

“Name?” Mark asked, eyes in the rea...

Crime

Clarity

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Jared had been drifting for years clock in, clock out, microwave dinners, grey skies, silence. Nothing ever touched him. Not even the funeral.

But tonight, under the flickering light of a parking garage, his hands trembled warm, sticky red dripping between his fingers. The man at his feet had begged. Jared hadn't listened.

And now… everything was quiet. Not the dead, suffocating kind he was used t...

Chosen

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Mom never talked about the compound just called it "the bad place." Said we got out when I was a baby. Said I should be grateful.

I wasn’t.

After her funeral, I found letters in a rusted lockbox: sermons, manifestos, diagrams. The cult called themselves The Offering. Their belief? That death was the purest form of mercy. A sacrifice. One life taken to preserve ten.

I read everything. Couldn't stop...

The Sign

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I woke at 3:13 AM, heart pounding, a high-pitched buzzing drilling into my left ear. It wasn’t the usual tinnitus. This felt… intelligent.

I stumbled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face then froze. The mirror flickered. Not the lights the mirror. It showed me, but I wasn’t moving. The reflection smiled.

The buzz spiked. Words burned into my mind: “Receiver activated.”

Panicked, I ran ...

Divided By Design

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Left Brain (Logic): He planned it perfectly no prints, no witnesses, no slip-ups. Efficient. Clean. Necessary. “She was a threat,” I whisper, my thoughts orderly, aligned like puzzle pieces. “She had proof. You saw the emails. She would've ruined us.” I replay the route. Three minutes in. Two minutes out. Every second calculated.

Right Brain (Emotion): But I can still hear her scream. The way her ...