Dread Stories

Sonic and his friends attempt to stop Eggman from grabbing the Paradox Prism. Sonic use his Spin Dash to shatter the Paradox Prism causing him to go on adventures to meet various versions of his friends.

In the waking world, Quinn is nobody special-just another exhausted soul drifting through sleepless nights, empty routines, and dreams that feel a little too real. But one night, he wakes somewhere else. A silent green hospital with endless corridors. Smiling nurses whose faces never stay the same. Hallways that shift when no one is looking. And a terrifying truth whispered across the walls: If you stop moving, they find you. As Quinn fights to escape the facility, he uncovers a hidden path spiraling beneath the hospital itself-a descent leading toward the legendary cobblestone bridge and the glowing metropolis beyond it: Somnus City. A city built by lucid dreamers who never woke up. Some have lived there for decades. Others for centuries. Time moves differently in Somnus, and the deeper Quinn travels into its impossible streets, the more he realizes this is no ordinary dream. Something ancient watches the city from the dark beyond its towers, filtering souls through the hospital like a test. The weak awaken and forget. The strong remain trapped. And those who fail too many times become something else entirely. Now hunted by entities that mimic humanity and haunted by fragments of the life he left behind, Quinn must uncover why he was brought to Somnus City before the dream consumes him completely. Because in Somnus- sleep is not escape. It's the beginning.

The 228th Black Ops were a very small specialized battalion of clones in the Grand Army of the Republic Which eventually grew into a very large Corps. They are a special ops branch from the 10th System Army. It consisted of three companies which included: Shadow Company, Steel Company, and Onyx Company, all of which have the same camouflage with various color alterations for their armor. Many members of the 228th were encouraged to camouflage their weapons to match their armor, this was because the 228th would often conduct stealth operations and act behind enemy lines and black was often seen as one of the worst colors to have your weapon as it didn't blend into any environment. Except for the Darkness... Unlike many clone military organizations the 228th didn't train their members since the beginning of their clone lives, but instead, hand-picked clones who excelled in combat movement and tactical theory. This was because they valued the thought and theory of combat more than the run and gun tactics clones were often trained to use. After clones were chosen for joining the 228th, they were trained in the basics in all kinds of different sections of specialization, i.e. Engineering, Medical Knowledge, disarming explosives, hacking, close combat, torture, etc. ***NOTE*** this story is constantly developing. The 228th's Main history is completed, smaller side missions will still be developed continually!!!

Terror and Dread drive men to do awful things. What if you could wield that power? Would fear become your greatest weapon? Would courage and sacrifice and will cease to have meaning? Would you answer the call if your Master summoned you to wield your terrible gifts against man?

Archaeologists uncover a pit of skeletons arranged in a perfect circle, but as night falls, the bones shift and twist toward the living. By dawn, half the team is gone-and new bodies complete the ancient ring.

Poetry from the brain of one SilentDream. Including imperfection, perfection, life, death, and love.

I know you thought I made a mistake in the title but if u read the whole fanfic, it'd be clean to you why I wrote it so. Enjoy it! SORRY FOR MISTAKES! Please don't judje hard 'coz im not native speaker and stuff...

Short poem I made last night.

"There is no victory. There is no salvation. There is no escape. There is only the slow, intricate, and infinite death of all things." Celestara was a world of gods and kings, of demons and heroes, of fate and prophecy. A world where light and darkness waged eternal war, always destined to return in an endless cycle of balance. Until... they saw it. The Rift. The thing that was never meant to be. The first crack in a flawless reality. Then the Thanatarchy arrived. It did not conquer. It did not fight. It did not negotiate. It simply began to erase. Cities were unmade before they could fall. Wars ended before they could begin. Prophecies rewrote themselves into silence. Even the gods forgot their own names. And now, as reality itself collapses, one man-Darius Vaelthorne-remembers what should have been. But even he does not know if he is real anymore. "This is not a war of good versus evil." "This is the unraveling of existence itself." "And there will be no survivors." A dark fantasy, cosmic horror, and existential unraveling unlike any other. If you seek comfort, turn back. If you seek annihilation, read on. Genres: Dark Fantasy, Cosmic Horror, Grimdark, Apocalyptic Fiction, High Fantasy Tags: Gods, Demons, Eldritch Horror, Apocalypse, Unraveling Reality, War, Fate, Conquest, Power, Thanatarchy, Existential Dread, Prophecy Failure

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Free verse poem of the dread crawling under my skin.

I was tagged to enter the #31creepywords contest, so here's my entry.

Where's the truth? Oh, where's the truth? Buried under tongue and tooth.

◄world of wonder dread► cr: @rou.chn.ofcl on tt and ig ✩the world that is filled with awesome and dreadful things with some cool characters with different features, backstory and desings.✩ ✿✿✿ ◈work in progress. ◈story might contain su!cidal and nsfw. ◈characters design might change. ◈copying is prohibited. ◈some characters might have weird/disturbing personality and backstory. ◈prohibited to change their sexuality. ✿✿✿

A chilling story of a hiker who meets more than mist on the infamous mountain Ben Macdui.

An ancient skeleton is unearthed with a massive stone crushing its skull, revealed not as a marker of burial, but as a seal meant to trap something beneath-something that now stirs in the loosened earth.

Maydah Ahmad was never a normal girl. Ever since she was a young girl, it was clear to tell she was made for something bigger, something better.. But than her mother died, leaving Maydah and her father to cope on their own. After that her life was never the same. Albeit all the obstacles that stood in her way, and without a mother to explain it to her, Maydah still made her decision to wear a hijab (headgear) and faced the difficulties of bullies all on her own. Mysteries after mysteries began to unfold right before her eyes, and her already complicated life twisted into real life nightmare, and so she let the world know of her journey through her journal of a teenage Muslim. Join Maydah as she battles her way through her teenage years, and may finally find victory in all that she believed.

Athalia feels the pain of secrets and deception more keenly than most. While fleeing from a life waiting to be imposed on her, she is kidnapped by Conrad, a handsome marquis with a sordid history. On the road with a mysterious man and a stolen horse, will she be able to escape her memories? In nineteenth century Ireland, rife with discontent and murmurs of rebellion, is there time for anything more than lust?

"he fought the lie. he screamed. his scream echoed through his empty mind." "the system hears, We. heard you." "The Subject, in his fantasy, the golden utopia, no matter how he tried he could not break free." "death was not an option, high-intensity and hyper-realistic pain was." "do you like it?" "The Doctor is here, to save you? to help you?" "no. i, you, did it to me, yourself."