Dark Room Novel Novels & Stories

The old foliage of recent years has gathered around its roots and has spread to the bicycle racks that are probably rarely used. I could only see all of this in the faint light of the moon, because Reese was right, it was really pitch black here. There were no lanterns and the windows of the houses facing the courtyard did not emit the slightest ray of light. All were dark. So the perfect conditions for a proles hunt. It really got better and better. "Stared enough?" Came the dark shadow in the middle of the green courtyard. "Come here now."

Olson Embers: A Collection of Dark Fiction by Kenneth W. Cain Visions of the Mutant Rain Forest, by Bruce Boston and Robert Frazier Tribulations by Richard Thomas Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn Flowers in a Dumpster by Mark Allan Gunnells The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia Things Slip Through by Kevin Lucia Where You Live by Gary McMahon Tricks, Mischief and Mayhem by Daniel I. Russell

They looked radiant, and I thought to myself how I’d have preferred a regular restaurant where I could look into their beautiful eyes rather than sitting with them in the dark. “Are you ready?” Morgan asked, looking directly at me. She bit gently on her bottom lip nervously, and I smiled, realizing that it was her first time eating in the dark, as well. “I’m ready,” I replied, winking at my beautiful stepdaughters. I let the girls guide me into the main doors, where I was immediately blinded. As my eyes struggled to focus, I felt their hands reaching for me, gripping my arms and guiding me along. A soft, deep voice greeted us as we crept slowly through the dark. “Welcome to the Dark Room,” t

~This is a two part book. This is Eve's story.~ I was just getting back from my last class of the semester and I wandered into my apartment to look for something to eat. It was after 9 at night and my roommate Violet was out with her boyfriend. I saw a huge pile of mail on the counter and began to pick through it while I waited on my frozen dinner in the microwave.

The heavy, chemical scent of developer fluid was, to Lena Dubois, what the scent of old paper and ink was to me: the unmistakable perfume of a sanctuary. I stood just inside the threshold of the subterranean darkroom, bathed in the saturated, blood-red glow of the safelight. The ambient noise of Elysium was completely muted behind the reinforced steel door. In the center of the small room, Lena was bent over a shallow tray, a pair of bamboo tongs in her hands, watching an image slowly bleed into existence on a sheet of photographic paper.

Chapter 62: Jarrel’s Darkness The vast, opulent room was shrouded in shadows, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shapes on the walls. Jarrel lay alone on his king-sized bed of a grand oak, his posture rigid, as if the weight of his own darkness had crystallized into a physical burden. The cool night breeze whispered through the slightly ajar window, bringing with it the distant, mournful cries of the night creatures. Yet, the room was still, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall—a cruel reminder of the passage of time and the heavy price he had paid for it.

The town is just a graveyard. "Adar would've known by now that someone is here in his territory…so be careful on taking a step" Aidan spoke. ------- (meanwhile) A dark room with a small candle. 'I knew this day would come and, this room ... I know I have to return to it eventually' Nora thought looking at her room. Which is locked from the outside. It has a lard wooden door, hard to smash. A single table with a candle on it. Many books on the shelf.

I reached out and opened the door, revealing the dark office of Julia peters. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't realised in my fear the day before that the office was unnaturally dark. The only light available was from a lantern at the farthest corner of the room. I thought someone like that should be able to afford to buy thousands of bulbs and chandeliers. I shrugged and looked around the room then I noticed a movement from the corner of my eyes and there she was. Seated in her chair, staring at me. No not me, Roddy.

because my life has reached a level of pathetic that requires supernatural intervention. “Veni ad me, daemon ignis,” I mutter, squinting at my phone. “Uh— vincula carnis, something something, claim me?” I snort. Take a sip of wine. The candles flicker again, harder this time, all of them at once, and the temperature in the room drops so fast I see my breath. The lights go out. Not just the candles. Everything. The kitchen light, the bathroom light, the glow of my phone, all of it dies at once and the darkness is absolute, total, the kind of dark that has weight and texture and presence.

he winked, gesturing to me to enter the diner. The Darkroom, true to its name, was a dimly lit chamber adorned with opulent gold seats and crimson tabletops. The walls were adorned with a captivating collection of monochrome photographs, creating an ambiance of intrigue and allure. The bar, well-stocked with an array of spirits, added to the enigmatic atmosphere. From the moment I stepped foot inside, I was inexplicably drawn to this place as if it held a secret that only I could unravel. As I settled down at one of the tables, the mysterious aura of the surroundings both enticed and intimidated me, making me feel an immediate sense of belonging and fascination. "Tell me, how did you come ac