Lost in the sewerpipes, The Boy wades through sludgewake, calling out to The Kid With The Flashlight. The beam flickers once, twice & vanishes into the folds of the darkness as he wades deeper in the foultide…here, it seems the walls breathe & something unknown lies lurking in the rippling, quiet offal.
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After the end of everything, the boy stayed hidden from the light. Something waited in the dark—a voice, calm and close, that never asked for anything but quiet. Each night, it returned. Each night, it whispered. And in time, the dark no longer felt empty.
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She stands at the edge of the sea; empty eyes fixed on the sky. Her body ignites. Flames ripple through her shredded skin, then through her dress like ribbons caught in the wind.
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We met online, like so many others, but what we found together was something rare. Something lasting. Something that changed me forever.
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“Where would you like them left?” I ask, keeping my voice steady. He doesn’t answer, doesn’t even turn to me. I shift my grip, the weight of them suddenly unbearable as the silence between us stretches, heavy. Suffocating.
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A frosty morning in the days before Thanksgiving reveals an unusual visitor: a very strange turkey stands in the center of your yard. What begins as a simple encounter quickly spirals into something surreal and unsettling.
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While stargazing, a man’s telescope shows something he cannot explain. The deeper he investigates, the more the truth evades him. Reality begins to unravel under the stars.
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Each Halloween, a chilling visitor haunts my porch, a porcelain doll masquerading as a child. Tonight, I confront the terror that has plagued me for years.
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A hurricane ritual rooted in mysticism reveals an unsettling mix of tradition and chaos. Its strange practices challenge reason, leaving an eerie sense of wonder in their wake.
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Join the conversation in “Restaurant workers be like” as Abigail seeks the perfect name for her whimsical fall drink, blending flavors and vivid imagination.
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It's too late to wake...The Voidspire has you now.
You've joined a cult. Yes, this is a cult. Oh what a nightmare!
You! Of all people! What would your mother say?
You may think this happened against your will, but I assure you, it didn’t. You agreed when I lured you in with my charm, a gift or your own curiosity. Whatever. Who keeps track? What's important is you're stuck here. This tale is endless and you're part of my story now.Â
You're about to find yourself where every Unboundling begins: an entry-level Lürkmire with dark aspirations of rising through the ranks. Feel free to complete your profile or leave it blank, we've no profile completion expectation---actually, there's two rules here...the first is, don't get overwhelmed. I will be around to answer all of your questions along the way. You're in my netherscape now but I won't let any harm come to you...probably...the second rule is: keep Him everdreaming, placid, coiled and always endless sleeping.
Welcome to the Voidspire Consortium
Don’t care to be immortalized as the protagonist in one of my wicked tales?
...well, I assume I don’t have to explain how to close a browser window. Run along if that's the case.
