Navigating the aftermath of a deep loss is a personal affair, filled with tears and whisky. — Now you’re gone. I can never think of this phrase without tripping over it. Now… you’re… gone… The tears don’t flow unchecked like they used to, but they come. Not with a flood. Not like a hurricane, but slyly. Stealthily. I can now finish my sentences without choking up. …

In a contemplative tale set against an apocalyptic backdrop, a man grapples with the profoundness of life's moments on a rustic porch, finding solace in a simple cup of coffee and the loyal companionship of a puppy as they witness an extraordinary sunset. — Closing my eyes, I cradle my steaming mug, its darkness mirroring the depths of my soul, yet only half as bitter. The steam rises in serpentine waves, weaving an invisible tapestry in the air. I inhale deeply, engulfed by a symphony of scents, each note playing its part in this…

Amidst the gloom of candlelight and darkness, join us for a fantastic feast presented by a loyal servant to their one and true master, culminating in a night of terror of macabre proportions, previously thought impossible. — Content Notice: Ah, esteemed reader, a moment of your time before I take your coat and seat you. Before you delve into the dark corridors of “Franco’s Favourite Feast.” I must forewarn you, the tale you are about to peruse is steeped in the macabre and the profane. It is…

Explore a harrowing journey of confinement and ambiguous morality within the sterile walls of a hospital room, where leather straps and shadowy figures blur the lines between torment and ecstasy. — Content Notice for “Bound Pleasures”: Embark on this tale with a mindful caution, as it treads through the shadowy realms of explicit sensuality and psychological depths. “Bound Pleasures” unveils a tapestry woven with raw physicality and the darker corridors of the soul, exploring the primal dance between fear, desire, and…

With a war for freedom serving as a backdrop, happiness can be as simple as a glass of wine between friends. — The dancing lights of another beautiful Spanish day in the hills give way to the shimmering orange-red highlights of dusk before the blackness crashes in upon us, like the waves from which we have caught our dinner. Finished for the day, I head towards the ancient taberna standing in the…

A cunning thief’s search for easy riches leads her into the depths of a derelict hotel, where a ghostly artifact ensnares her in a macabre dance with the supernatural. She’s thrust into a chilling confrontation with otherworldly horrors and an insatiable entity that seeks to extract a dire toll for her transgressions, compelling her to face the spectral embodiments of her darkest fears. — Content Warning:

In the bitter heart of the city, hope withers, except for the truly blessed or the truly mad. — Be forewarned, dearest reader. A tale of horror and woe awaits beyond these words. Hesitate, and condemn yourself to the whims of the heartless city. The city — my city, if anybody truly owns this city — devours dreams. One by one. Day by day. Hopes flickering like candles on…

Amidst the chilling grasp of October’s first snow, a sinister tale unfolds in the eerie desolation of the Night Market. As the clock strikes midnight, a malevolent soul embarks on a dark quest, where the line between the living and the dead is mercilessly blurred. — A Word to the Wary: In the tale that follows, you tread the delicate boundary separating the mundane from the grotesque. Each character, each word, each sentence, is a somber note in a melancholy tune, echoing the darker corners of human existence. …

Come explore the blurring line between reality and otherworldly horror as a tragic love story evolves into a tale of cosmic sacrifice. — Proceed with caution: a tale of love’s macabre demise awaits, veering into the dark recesses of human tragedy and cosmic horror. The story ahead explores starkly unsettling themes; not for the faint of heart or easily disturbed. There she lay, next to my unmade bed, her body – now also…