Stream of Consciousness

The Mystery Toy
Once upon a time, in a comfortable area with houses close together, there lived a boy named Alex. He was full of imagination and curiosity, always seeking new adventures. Every day, he explored his neighbourhood, eager to discover something exciting.
By M.Fiaz2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the ICU: The Haunting of Dr. Harrison
In the heart of St. Mary's Hospital, nestled within the bustling cityscape, lay the Intensive Care Unit, a place where life and death danced on a delicate tightrope. Amongst the hushed whispers of nurses and the constant hum of machinery, a tale whispered through the corridors—a tale of the spectral presence of Dr. Harrison, the esteemed physician who had passed away years ago yet lingered in the shadows of the ICU.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Dusk: A Night of Unseen Terrors
As twilight descended upon the quiet suburban neighborhood, a group of friends gathered at Ethan's house for what was supposed to be a fun-filled evening of games and laughter. Little did they know, the shadows lurking within the confines of his home harbored secrets that would soon unfold into a night of unimaginable horror.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Goa Highway: A Journey Into Unseen Terror
In the heart of India's sunshine state, where palm trees sway in the gentle breeze and the ocean's embrace whispers tales of tranquility, lies a stretch of the road unlike any other. The Goa Highway, a ribbon of asphalt cutting through dense forests and sleepy villages, is a passage to paradise for many. Yet, beneath its picturesque facade, lies a dark secret—an enigma that defies explanation and terrifies those who dare to tread its path after dusk.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
The Snow One
Dark. The sun was low but rising. Rolling deep from fresh fallen flake, a mallow mush of pasty white. Snow-Body barely a droplet, barely baring a bust or body, barely a mound worth kicking on passing. But Snow-Body snows and Snow-Body waited til by passing a deal was made.
By L.Clabrough2 years ago in Fiction
The Battle Within
In a beautiful flowers nursery nestled among green hills and lush trees, Iqra lived with her parents, Ahmed and Fatima. They worked hard to take care of the delicate flowers, finding joy in the simple beauty of nature.
By M.Fiaz2 years ago in Fiction
Dimness within the Mango Grove
A terrible secret was hidden in a mango grove in the quiet village of Chandrapur, which was surrounded by the verdant Western Ghats. The people had a rumor that the forest was haunted, that evil spirits prowled its gloomy paths after sundown.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Dancing in the Rain
Once upon a time, in a small village surrounded by hills and forests, there was a young girl named Maya. Maya was known for her happy personality and infectious laughter, but inside, she felt a deep need to connect with others and understand herself better.
By M.Fiaz2 years ago in Fiction
Gridlock. Content Warning.
I sigh, moving my few metres for this minute, turning left onto Hope Street. Goddamn snow, blocking all the roads. Bumper to bumper traffic. I text my wife - I'll be home late...again.
By Brigitte Bennet2 years ago in Fiction
The Season Of Rebirth
I sat at the window, watching the snow adorn the trees as it fell. The world was quiet and blanketed in white, all the color gone away. It looked like a blank canvas of sorts.
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash2 years ago in Fiction
The Eerie of Room 401 (part 1)
Caption 1: The Appearance In the core of Orrisa, settled inside the old walls of an old lodging, lay Room 401. The lodging, when a fantastic foundation, presently remained as a remnant of its previous brilliance, with stripping paint and squeaking sections of flooring telling stories of its for some time failed to remember past. Saida, a daring explorer, showed up at the inn looking for cover for the evening. Much to her dismay, Room 401 held insider facts hazier than the actual night.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror's Curse
Section 1: The Old fashioned Mirror In the curious town of Willow River, settled amid murmuring woods and haze-loaded roads, stood an old house covered in secret. The manor had a place with the late Dr. Nathaniel Blackwood, an eminent medium reputed to have dug into the haziest corners of the otherworldly.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction