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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No Heart No Problem

Farmstead

1 min read

The candle flickered weakly between them. Mark forced a tight smile, swirling his wine. Across from him, Claire hadn’t spoken in three full minutes—just stared blankly past his shoulder.

“So, uh…” He cleared his throat. “What do you do for work?”

Claire tilted her head. Her neck cracked loudly.

Mark winced. “Y-you okay?”

Her mouth opened. A deep, low groan escaped.

Mark froze.

The smell hit him—ro...

The Drops

Farmstead

1 min read

Rain patters against the window, a steady rhythm that blends into the low hum of his headphones. One earbud is quieter than the other, but he doesn’t mind. It makes the music feel distant, like a half-forgotten memory. He leans against the cool glass, watching droplets race down in uneven paths, the gray sky stretching endlessly beyond them.

He scrolls past the loud songs, the bright ones, landing...

The Exchange

Farmstead

1 min read

You lean back in your chair, eyes flat. “Didn’t find it. Took it.”

The hooded figure stiffens, gloved hand tightening on the bag’s edge. “From who?”

You glance at the broken clock on the wall. “Bald man. Gray coat. Funny limp.”

The figure’s jaw tightens. “That’s impossible. He’s dead.”

You slide your revolver onto the table, the metal scraping softly against the wood. “Yeah… he was.”

The figure’s ...

Western

Mystery

False Threat

Farmstead

1 min read

Rain slammed against the cabin windows as Drew paced the floor, hands trembling. His phone buzzed. No service.

He glanced at the bedroom door—locked from the outside. His girlfriend, Kara, hadn’t spoken in hours. “Just let me in!” he pleaded. No answer.

When he pressed his ear to the door, he heard soft whimpering.

He tried to kick the door down, but it wouldn’t budge. His chest tightened. She was...

Horror

Lone Stranger

Farmstead

1 min read

The saloon’s door creaked open as the stranger limped in. His boots left wet**,** black trails across the dusty floor. No rain outside**.**

The patrons froze, eyes narrowing. The sheriff rose slowly. “You lost, friend?”

The stranger didn’t answer. His** **breath came in rattled gasps**.** He slumped onto a stool, hat low over his face. The bartender slid him a drink.

Then the parrot on the piano s...

Horror

Below Deck

Farmstead

1 min read

The wooden planks goraned beneath Kat’s back as the ship tilted. She couldn’t **see**, but she felt the damp, splintered boards pressing into her skin.

The air reeked of salt and tar, thick and cloying. She strained her ears—boots** thudded above**, heavy and deliberate. The creak of a swinging latern matched the ship’s slow, rhythmic sway.

A faint, sharp clanging echoed from somewhere—chains? No....

Mystery

The Mirror

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1 min read

Nora pulls the chain light, faintly illuminating the basements dusty gloom. There she finds an old cracked mirror among a pile of rubbish, it’s glass smudged with grime.

She wipes the grime clean, revealing her reflection— but something wasn’t right. In the mirror, the basements door was open, but she looked behind her, the door was shut .

She glanced back at the mirror— her reflection grinned, ...

Horror

Under The City Lights

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1 min read

The neon glow reflected off rain slicker streets. Detective McBride lit a cigar with a fidgety hand, eyes focused on the glitching neon green sign down the alley: “ Novas Hideaway.”

He came a long way following the trail - missing kids, silent witnesses, bloodstains in back rooms. Now the club. The final lead.

He crossed the street, boots splashing puddles. Inside, prominent Red-lit faces around...

Mystery

Crime

5 Minutes

Farmstead

1 min read

11:55.

Anton sits frustrated in his car, staring at the black stone down the street. One faint amber light was seen from a window. The target.

He glanced at his watch. Hologram words appeared. “ DIRECTIVE. Execute by midnight.”

11:56. Rain blurred the windows.

One hand on the door handle, and the other on the cool grip of his pistol. Knuckles stiff as welded joints. The target — an old frien...

Thriller

Mystery

I Miss Us

Farmstead

1 min read

Kim laid on the edge of her bed, feet dangling off the edge, staring at the ceiling. A light faintly lights the room. A notification pulse from her phone : “missed call from Alexi.”

Her eyebrows raise from a sense of confusion.

she called called back.

With a shaky voice. She softly mutters. He.. hello?

“ I missed you, why haven’t you visited me yet?”

Her hands shook. Dropping the phone. He...

Horror

Science fiction