Tag: Stories

  • No Grave is Quiet 💀🩸

    No Grave is Quiet 💀🩸

    They said daylight was safe 🌞. That evil belonged to the night 🌙, that terror only lived in shadows 👤. But they lied ❌. Horror doesn’t wait for darkness to fall; it blooms wherever men choose silence over compassion 🤐💔. I have seen it many times 👁️, but that afternoon, by the roadside of a…

  • WHEN FOREVER BURNED OUT (chapter 2)

    WHEN FOREVER BURNED OUT (chapter 2)

    One evening, as they lay on the rooftop of his cousin’s apartment in Yaba, the city stretching wide beneath them, Amara turned to him and whispered, “Promise me something.” “Anything,” Chike replied, without hesitation. “Promise me you won’t stop fighting for us. No matter what.”

  • WHEN FOREVER BURNED OUT (chapter 1)

    WHEN FOREVER BURNED OUT (chapter 1)

    Chapter 1: A Collision of Souls Chike never believed in fate. To him, life was a series of choices stacked on top of each other, like bricks trying to form a wall against chaos. But the night he met Amara, his carefully built walls didn’t just crack — they collapsed. It was at a friend’s…

  • THE FORGOTTEN ROOM (chapter 3)

    THE FORGOTTEN ROOM (chapter 3)

    Chapter 3 — The Vanishing Bloodline Efe didn’t sleep. All night, he sat by the window, staring at the city lights bleeding faintly through the blinds. His thoughts were like broken glass, jagged and scattered. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Tunde’s outline in that armchair, featureless, pleading. By morning, he couldn’t stand it…

  • THE FORGOTTEN ROOM (chapter 2)

    THE FORGOTTEN ROOM (chapter 2)

    Chapter 2 — The Person Who Wasn’t There When Efe woke, his throat burned. He was on the floor of his bedroom, sprawled beneath the humming ceiling fan, sunlight crawling weakly across the walls. For a moment, he thought maybe he had blacked out in the hall and dreamed the whole thing. The door. The diary.…

  • THE FORGOTTENROOM (chapter 1)

    THE FORGOTTENROOM (chapter 1)

    The first page made his blood run cold. It was his handwriting. January 3rd. The room has appeared again. This time I must not let anyone else find it. It takes them. It always takes them.

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