Imagine a World within ours. Authors write about Fantasy. They write about dream worlds and other illusionary realms besides our own. But do they believe what they’re writing is true? To you it’s all just imaginary, but for me it’s real. Every night when I sleep I visit a world quite unlike our own. But this is no...
London has been hit by the Plague. The whole world has. But what happened to the survivors? It’s the year 2056 and London is a vast mess of destruction. The streets are empty, there are no people, and the world is silent. For now! The plague hit London in 2053 and killed just about everybody, leaving the survivors fi...
The Officials is the hardest, cruellest, most barbaric game in the history of television programmes, sending children aged 13-17 into the very real, very serious and very forbidding world of death. Their task once in the Maze is simple – Kill everybody who isn’t on your side by any means possible. There are 10 teams...
What's dead should stay dead. When you mess with the natural order, things could go horribly wrong. Having a six-hundred year old rotting soul, for example. Or discovering that your boss is the son of the Devil. I am Aramis Rayne. Full-time familiar. Part-wraith. Occupation: prevent the end of the world. Sounds imposs...
These are some poems about the creepypasta characters, scary things and my own thoughts.
Music:ON World:OFF Welcome to Syrus. Please pick up your complimentary pair of headphones at the gates. Plug them into your mandatory devices and skip to track four. Listen and enjoy. Cor's world is filled with notes and pitch and tone. Twenty three hours of the day she is hooked to the music mandated by the Serial Se...
What if you were colorblind but you never thought a thing about it because everyone else is? Well, that isn't the case with Isabella. She's one of the only ones that actually sees in color, but what are these color? What happens when she finds out the meaning of her existence with the help of govermental scientists...
I am Aramis Rayne. Immortal. Full-time familiar. Short-term goal: Rescue my boss from total annihilation. And how to do that? I'm going to need a miracle.
I hear people, Inside my head. Their mouths don't move, yet they still speak to me. They don't acknowledge i'm listening, even though i am. I'm a mind reader, and nobody knows. Or so I thought.... People are out to get me. To figure out why i'm so different. They don't care about me. Just my brain. If they find me...