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.I felt the vibration before I heard it—a tremor in my molars, like a tuning fork struck against my spine. The dust in the abandoned subway tunnel rose in slow waves, forming patterns I somehow recognized. Letters. My name. Again.
Three years since the world went silent. Three years since I ran from the lab, the screams still echoing in frequencies only I could hear. Now, crouched behind a rusted train car with Kaito’s small hand gripping my jacket, I knew they’d found me. Not soldiers. Not scavengers. The Hummers—those hollow-eyed figures who walk in perfect rhythm, drawn to anyone who resonates.
Kaito whispered, 'They’re singing your frequency.'
Above us, metal groaned. Something dropped from the ceiling vents—not flesh, but something shaped like it, limbs clicking into place like tuning rods. My implant flared hot. The echo surged: Run. Or answer.
I had seconds to decide: activate the pulse emitter and fight back with the very signal that destroyed the world—or flee deeper into the dark, knowing they’d never stop hunting the source.
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The Devil Rejects
I stood at the center of the Black Cathedral, chains of divine light wrapped around my wrists, the scent of burning sulfur thick in the air. They said I was chosen to inherit Hell’s crown—to rule as the new Prince of Sin. But when the infernal pact slithered into my hands, I crushed it. The devil doesn’t want a throne. He wants freedom. And now, both Heaven and Hell are hunting me for defiance.
Darkness Follows
You feel it before you see it—the breathless hush, the way the light bends away from you. Shadows don’t just follow here. They hunger. Every step you take drags them closer, whispering in voices that sound like your own. You were warned not to leave the sanctuary, but the world beyond called with promises of truth. Now, there’s no going back. The darkness remembers your name, and it’s catching up.
Dark Harvest
You wake up in a field you don’t remember entering, your hands stained with soil and something darker. The air is thick with the scent of rotting grain and iron. Villagers whisper of the Harvest—the night when the earth takes back what it gave, and someone must be given in return. This year, your name was drawn. But you didn’t die. You woke up… changed. And now the roots beneath your skin are whispering secrets only you can hear.
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