The Forbidden Fruit
You weren’t supposed to taste it. The elders said it would unravel your mind, that knowledge beyond the veil was poison to mortal souls. But you did. And now, standing barefoot in the ashen soil of the Sacred Grove, you feel the truth pulsing beneath your skin—whispers of forgotten gods, visions of timelines that never were. The others still sleep, unaware. You are the first to awaken. And the orchard is calling your name again.My fingers trembled as I bit into the fruit. It wasn’t supposed to be real—the Forbidden Tree, the whispers in the wind, the way the petals fell upward. But the juice ran down my chin like liquid fire, and suddenly, I remembered things I’d never lived. A war beneath the soil. A voice calling me by a name I didn’t have.\n\nNow I’m crouched behind the Shrine of Silence, heart slamming against my ribs. They’ll come soon—the Keepers with their bone knives and hollow eyes. I can already hear the chant beginning beyond the wall. And worse… the fruit is growing back. A single bud, pulsing faintly where I plucked it.\n\nIt wants me to eat again. But last time, I saw the world unmake itself. What happens if I see it happen twice?
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NightWithoutEnd
You were not supposed to survive the ritual. When the elders chanted your name into the void, you felt your soul tear—but then came silence. No death. No afterlife. Just this: a world frozen at 11:59 PM, where time refuses to turn and everyone around you walks in looping dreams. You’re awake. You remember. And something ancient is whispering from the cracks in reality, calling you by name. The night will not end until you answer.
EchoesFromTheDark
You were the last one to hear their voices before the blackout—the whispers that came not through the air, but through the bones of the earth. Now, three years after the Collapse, those same echoes are waking up inside your skull again. They’re not just memories. They’re instructions. And they’re getting louder. Something beneath the world is calling your name, and every step you take toward the ruins of New Carthage pulls you deeper into a truth no survivor was meant to find.
Home Alone
The house is too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums like a warning. You told everyone you’d be fine—just one night alone while they’re away. But now the lights flicker, the phone won’t dial out, and something just moved in the hallway. This isn’t just fear playing tricks. You’re not alone. And whatever’s here… it knows you’re home.
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