Moment’s Monument
Moment's Monument 2022 by Zorha Highgate Cemetery London, England October 18th, 1899 As the heavy stone door slid open, the silvery light from a full moon crept across the mausoleum floor. A gust of bitter wind blew desiccated rose pedals...
Yarr’Nited Feline Pirates
I do hate deadnaming the poor girl but i’d rather not call her mildred or “captain morbid” and risk being shot by temporal agents for kidnapping and brainwashing her.
Spring '09 Vore project: The puzzle of Puzzle
In a morbid bit of whimsy i lean forward and snap my jaws around the back of his neck, holding him firmly as he thrashes in his dying motions.
When the phone rang...
What hadn't been used in the morbid work of a psychopath would be found strewn to the side, a forgotten bag of bones. i heard the door knob jiggle urgently, like the murder was desperate for my blood.
Fall '08 snuff project: A Final Dance
Just one last use as morbid entertainment for his master.
Decades - Chapter Seven
And that, as grim, dark and morbid as it may have been, was in its own way utterly beautiful. by jeeves
We two: The breakdown
She stopped being so cheerful and looked at the boys, all of them looked morbid. ed was sipping whiskey, lucas was staring at tv, and jay was semi-asleep on the arm of the sofa. "oh my god, who the fuck died in here? morbid cunts."
The Fisher of Souls: Smoked Salmon
The forest was quiet, so quiet you could hear the burbling of a brook as water rushed over rocks. It was picturesque in its appearance and aura. It was every fisherman's dream to fish around a place like this, but it wasn't to be. It was the King's...
7mZ
_you didn't ask, but the title is verbally Seven must Sleep._ _(A note: The tags miiiight spoil you. Especially the user-made ones. This story isn't much in the way of graphic, but there is a death at one point. With that outta the way, on with the...
The Health Cruise: Chapter One
The Health Cruise By Shalion & Gahtren Chapter One **[Shalion]:** The taxi drive down to Miami was a bit of a hell in itself, although it was not what had Collin worried most as he left his home for the first time in nearly eight years. The yellow...
Defender
“A horde! A horde is coming!" a shout permeates the small outpost. An alarm sounds and many sets of trampling feet stomp the muddy ground to get to their posts. Machine gunners, flamers, mortars, the last line of defense prepares while the stab...
Rose's Thread
I had just walked out of work when I got a call from an area code I didn’t recognize. I took note of the date, specifically the year, before I answered. “Good afternoon, is this Mr. Ferry?” the voice on the other end...