Anyone could see that they were a couple very much in love. Always laughing at each other’s jokes. Finishing each other’s sentences. Name the cliché and you’ll find them living up to it without question.
According to the publishers, the classic horror books are among their best selling novels this year.
TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide, death, and gore.
The beast bellowed below Mushfiq’s bedroom window, propelling rushes of tingles within him. He smiled.
What do we make of the mysterious thread that connects these stories not by genre, but by an imagination so wondrous they leave room for an underlying horror, and the many things that can mean?
Talespeople presents The Screaming Shorts, partnered with Daily Star Books and Star Literature.
Talespeople presents The Screaming Shorts, partnered with Daily Star Books and Star Literature
The deeper the night, the louder the sound.
“Rapture’s coming, son. We best be happy when we embrace the Lord,” was all I heard him say as he pushed a needle into my arm.
Anyone could see that they were a couple very much in love. Always laughing at each other’s jokes. Finishing each other’s sentences. Name the cliché and you’ll find them living up to it without question.
According to the publishers, the classic horror books are among their best selling novels this year.
TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide, death, and gore.
The beast bellowed below Mushfiq’s bedroom window, propelling rushes of tingles within him. He smiled.
What do we make of the mysterious thread that connects these stories not by genre, but by an imagination so wondrous they leave room for an underlying horror, and the many things that can mean?
Talespeople presents The Screaming Shorts, partnered with Daily Star Books and Star Literature.
Talespeople presents The Screaming Shorts, partnered with Daily Star Books and Star Literature
The deeper the night, the louder the sound.
“Rapture’s coming, son. We best be happy when we embrace the Lord,” was all I heard him say as he pushed a needle into my arm.
My mother took me on her horse and started to ride south. I clutched my bleeding arm, the pain snapping me fully awake.