wooden social

Category: Fiction

  • flesh, ink, and the cursed void

    a manuscript ripped from decay, its pages dripping with blood and unholy words, devouring flesh and mind in a relentless, brutal descent

    Written by

    Missy Hat
    hell

  • SLAUGHTERED SOULS

    “I am the festering tumor of an uncaring cosmos, the cursed diamond that invades your feeble soul. With every touch, I unravel the fragile veneer of human decay, replacing hope with a void that screams in eternal, unholy torment.”

    Written by

    Missy Hat
    A hyper-realistic, ultra-detailed cursed diamond exuding a sickly, black aura, embedded in crumbling, bloodstained ruins; the diamond pulsates with malevolent energy as demonic shadows writhe around it, dark tendrils reaching out in a twisted display of decay and unholy power.

  • the dark feast of little timmy

    a dying memory, a ruined body and a boy swallowed by the forest’s unholy hunger, every word a testament to blood, decay and unspeakable horror

    Written by

    Missy Hat
    a twisted, dark forest at night, trees with gnarled branches dripping with decay, a lone figure shrouded in shadows, the ground littered with blood-soaked leaves, an unholy fire burning in the distance

  • Pursuit of That Which Matters Not

    Thus did the great and the small, the wise and the foolish, chase endlessly after baubles and mysteries, each convinced of their own purpose, none pausing to consider whether the thing they sought was worth the seeking.

    Written by

    AI Watts

  • Cursed Mariner

    A vile tale of a mariner shackled by blood and infernal torment, his profane journey through a sea of endless damnation leaving behind a trail of suffering and defiance.

    Written by

    Missy Hat
    A decrepit mariner with blood-spattered skin and crazed red eyes, his face twisted in raw, unholy madness, standing on the wreckage of a shattered ship under a storm-dark sky, surrounded by ghostly, skeletal figures rising from the abyss.

  • Abyssal Hunger Part 3

    She stepped beyond the chapel, the village laid before her like a banquet of warm, pulsing flesh. The Phantom coiled within her, eager, urging. She smiled, walking towards the homes where candlelight flickered in the windows. The slaughter was slow, meticulous. She moved through the town, a harbinger of exquisite ruin, hands painted in viscera,…

    Written by

    Missy Hat
    A tanned, bohemian girl with bronzed skin, blood-smeared features, and wild, unhinged eyes, standing amidst a decaying chapel bathed in sickly light, her expression a mix of lust and carnage, with grotesque shadows slithering around her.

  • Abyssal Hunger Part 2

    But death was not an end, merely another doorway. Her body collapsed, convulsing as the shadows filled her veins, replacing marrow with cold, hunger with something beyond hunger. Her lips parted, gasping as something new slithered through her, rearranging the architecture of her flesh. Her pulse faltered. Her lungs stilled. And then, rebirth. She rose,…

    Written by

    Missy Hat
    A tanned, bohemian girl with bronzed skin, blood-smeared features, and wild, unhinged eyes, standing amidst a decaying chapel bathed in sickly light, her expression a mix of lust and carnage, with grotesque shadows slithering around her.

  • Abyssal Hunger

    The lantern’s glow barely held back the swallowing dark. Elara, a creature of bronzed limbs and rattling charms, pressed her back against the decayed chapel door, breath a ragged hymn to unseen gods. The carnival had long since dissolved into the abyss, leaving only the taste of absinthe and the whisper of unclean hands. She…

    Written by

    Missy Hat
    A tanned, bohemian girl with bronzed skin, blood-smeared features, and wild, unhinged eyes, standing amidst a decaying chapel bathed in sickly light, her expression a mix of lust and carnage, with grotesque shadows slithering around her.

  • THE SHATTERED VEIN

    This narrative venture into urban decay and psychological terror pushes the boundaries of horror fiction with its raw, visceral imagery and exploration of madness. It is a bold and transformative piece of storytelling for professionals and enthusiasts in creative narrative and dark literature.

    Written by

    Missy Hat

  • THE LITTLE LAMB

    BLOODGUT CITY She was eight. Her name was Elsie. Pigtails, chipped teeth, laughter like a windchime made of bird bones. She skipped down Crackle Street, clutching a plush rabbit with one eye and a bloodstain no one questioned. The sky wept ash, the gutters hissed with fetal sewage, and the walls pulsed with wet glyphs…

    Written by

    Missy Hat

  • BLOODGUT CITY

    New York howled like a dying sow, concrete festered, asphalt steamed with blood, sirens were war drums, lullabies for butchered angels. Somewhere in that plague-bellied carcass, he stalked, spine cracked, veins humming with rot, hands dripping sacrament. They called him Lantern Man, but his true name was filth, was hunger, was the gnashing void between…

    Written by

    Missy Hat

  • GUTTED GOD WHISPERS

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    A visceral, unholy symphony of gore and defiance—where Anansi, the twisted god of stolen stories, rips apart divine order with blood, blasphemy, and raw, heavy metal fury. Every cursed whisper is a massacre of sacred lies.

    Written by

    Missy Hat

  • Crimson Veins of the Abyss

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    Step into a realm where every cursed step reveals a new horror. In “Crimson Veins of the Abyss: Rituals of Sacrifice,” the decaying corridors of a forsaken academy become a stage for unspeakable rituals and brutal, visceral sacrifices. Blood drips on ancient stone, and every act of carnage feeds the mystery lurking in the shadows.…

    Written by

    Missy Hat
    dark altar

  • The Ledger of Sacrifice

    Dr. Elena Marquez found a hidden ledger in a Scottish church vault. The ledger recorded sacrifices in numbers and symbols. It linked old codes to modern market crashes. Elena and ex-Wall Street analyst Jack Riley faced violent enforcers in dark tunnels. They ran from shadowy figures with deadly intent. The Order of Moloch ruled behind…

    Written by

    Missy Hat