All Chapters of Nightmare Land: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I CHECKED OVER THE list that Auth had given me of this week's tasks, making sure I had done all of them. I had just finished returning a monster to its book after it had escaped. Usually, something like that wouldn’t be my priority; however, the monster had somehow managed to get into another book. It had caused some damage to the book and nearly killed one of the main characters while it was there. Having failed to find the monster before it was seen, it was now in the book. It was a good thing I wasn’t seen, otherwise Auth couldn’t have written it off since I don’t exactly fit the theme of the book.The monster is from my friend Demon’s book, though I think he is called Daemon now; he would be pissed if I got it wrong. I don’t think Auth gave a title to his book yet, but she knows she wants to turn it into a comic which will probably never happen since she can’t draw and she procrastinates with everything. Plus, it took her three tries to figure out the right book for him. Auth actua

IT TOOK ME A second to realize that I could use the creature to reach it. Probably because I really didn't want to touch it, even if it was just with my boots. By the time I figured that out, the creature had finally realized where I was and turned to face me. Which meant that if I really wanted to do it, I had to do it now. I bolted towards the creature, ignoring all my instincts that told me to go in the other direction. Then, once I was close enough, I jumped on top of the creature, just barely avoiding what I think was its mouth.I ran towards the portal on its back, trying to ignore the sounds I heard with every step. Then, once I was close enough, I jumped, diving face-first into the portal as I thought of home. Though many of Auth’s book characters come to the library when she writes their books, I stay there for hours at a time. We have had random conversations with each other for hours at a time, so going home to Auth’s library felt like the best choice. I flew it out of the p

SIREN. THAT'S THE NAME he started calling me when he learned my singing could control not only the nightmares he created but people too. Actually, it's the only name I remember. I don't know if it's because I was probably too young when he snatched me up or if the use of his control is affecting my memory. I no longer remember a time I wasn't under his control, if they're even was a time.I don't even have a choice in how I look when the nightmare master has control. It's like he's dressing a puppet, his puppet. I'm forced to wear clothes that scream torment, stitched together with his own hands, meant to make me look like I walked out of some sick, twisted nightmare. The jacket he put me in is made of black leather, but it's not smooth or soft. It's cracked as if it's been torn from the flesh of something long dead.It clings to me too tightly in places, as if it wants to suffocate me. The silver chains across my chest only add to the weight. Some of them rattle when I move, making me

I HEARD WHATEVER WEAPON he was holding clatter to the floor before he gripped my chin so tight that it was almost painful, before he jerked my head up, forcing me to look into his crimson eyes. There was a storm in them. Anger was battling with disgust and distaste.“If you want to die so much, then I will kill you, but first, let's make a deal.”I don't know if it was the words he said, but when he released me, I once again felt numb.“Let's forget about what just happened and go our separate ways… Ale.”I had barely even got the name out of my mouth before he launched at me, wrapping his hand around my throat.“Don't you dare say his name! You have no right.” He's snarled.Another jolt of emotion went through me, and it wasn't because of the hand he had wrapped around my throat. I have been in more compromising situations. It was because his words confirmed what the voice in my head had said earlier. I forced those thoughts away, telling myself that I didn't care. But in reality, I j

I WATCHED MY HANDS stitch up the new corpse on the table. These twins were among the thousands that ended up here since the Nightmare Master has been trying to use my ability to create a knight in your army. Thankfully, the best I can do is those horrendous curfew bots that need both my and Invent’s abilities to keep living. The Nightmare Master was definitely not satisfied, but I don't know what to tell him. I was about halfway finished stitching this man's arm on when I felt the night my master give me back control.I instantly dropped the needle and thread in my hands and went to the sink. Before I could turn it on and scrub myself raw, a hand gripped my shoulder. I flinched instantly because I should have been the only living thing down here, and instantly I was back as my 10-year-old self who had accidentally reanimated a corpse for the first time. All I did was briefly touch its arm, and it sat up, opening its mouth as if to speak, but its broken jaw just flopped up and down. The