Disturbing Imagery Novels & Stories

Hands come around to grab my breasts and I lash out furiously, trying to yank free with little effect, wriggling to move but it’s almost futile. I’m held taut, and I can only imagine they think the super drug is going to render me docile at any minute. I start to panic. So many flashing images running through my head to send me over the edge if I let that pervert back in to render me useless. I claw away the visuals and try to focus on staying here, in the now.

Occasionally cursed in his heart for fear of hearing the sound of tables and chairs shifting because they hit him. He walked to the left and the book aisle until his hand touched the end of the hall. He went back through each book quickly. Find out here where it is. Several books hit and fell, causing him to curse again. There was the sound of the library door opening and approaching footsteps. It sounded calm but it made the boy's heart flutter, as if today was the last day for him to breathe.

Who was he? “It will happen when your family falls under darkness…the darkness shall rule the land” His lips formed words, but he wasn't using words at all. He was making images appear before my eyes. Images of people dying. Images of death. Images of people turning into monsters and attacking innocent people. Images of people dying horribly in unimaginable ways. Images of someone I loved losing himself to madness and insanity. I covered my eyes with my hands just to block the vision from entering my brain, because no matter what, I didn' t want to see this any longer. I gasped sharply as the vision ended, taking away what little oxygen I'd gathered earlier. I leaned forward onto my knees, p

My image finally started blurring, but it’s not my family that’s reflecting back at me this time. It’s Creed, bloody and bruised. He screamed as the chains that held him rattled. The mirrors surrounding him played images of burning buildings and people running. I can hear their screams, their innocent. Just as fast as they came, the images vanished. They were replaced by a battle, but I don’t recognize anyone. The image of a black wolf is positioned above the battle in the mirror. An image of a vampire was on the mirror next to it. I can hear screams of pain and heartbreak as I watch the victims from both sides fall.

I suddenly started feeling dizzy as I began to see some visions. They were blurry at first and it looked like static in my mind. Then I recognized it as Werewolves. Werewolves that were snarling at me. But why? And where did those images come from? The memories kept coming, one after another, they blurred, became more distorted with everyone. I could hear someone scream. The screams were not human, nor the cries of an animal, but they were familiar to my ears. I didn’t realize who they belonged to and I felt a strange pain wash over me and I wondered why.

I have to find other ways to distract myself. I didn’t enjoy today’s company and whenever I closed my eyes I couldn’t stop imagining Babi on her. I kept on remembering her sweet touch, whenever she rolls her hand over my hair shivers run through my whole body, I just want to grab her and kiss her so hard but I can't.

She had studied hard since a few days ago. She was not the first one to finish the exam even when an hour or so had passed by. She was struggling to keep herself from shutting her eyes. The images she saw while she was in her bathroom came rushing in again. And it seemed that the images were too many now. She saw a spear, a river, brick muddy walls, and many people. It was as if she was actually there. This was getting weirder and weirder each day. She breathed in and out deeply. She was trying so hard to control her feelings and the images. Then the vision receded on its own. She breathed a sigh of relief and continued answering her test questions. Only half of the class was left unfinished

As he became alright again, he made a mental note to never approach that painting ever again. While he sat watching the food cook, the dreams came back to him, he was on a fiery place. He saw men and women on black satin gowns dancing around a statue on fire which remained elusive throughout the dream. Next, he saw himself racing through an unknown street which seemed to have been ravaged by war. The houses were destroyed, everything looked vandalised and even the air was depressing. He ran and ran till he saw himself barge into an ancient hall where that same heady image he witnessed those black-robed men and women worshipping. The image was on the other side of the hall, sitting on its pe

I cursed myself for entertaining such treacherous thoughts, but they persisted, flooding my mind with unwanted visions. I imagined the gentle brush of his fingertips, the soft caress of his lips, and the shiver-inducing sensation of his mouth on mine. My mind's eye conjured images of myself beneath him, arching in ecstasy as he awakened sensations I'd never known. The Darkness within me reveled in these depraved fantasies, refusing to relinquish its hold on my imagination.

He swung the heavy crowbar, not at the projection, but at a cluster of exposed junction cabling running along the corner. The blow severed the wires. The simulation flickered, but instead of vanishing, it glitched, overlapping the boardroom office with the dark, grime-covered alley they were currently standing in. The dissonance of the images—a clean office chair fused into a rusted steel grate—created a visual instability that nauseated them both. "It's adapting," Sarah yelled over the roar of the building’s groan. "Every time you break a line, it stitches a different trauma to the signal! It’s fishing for something that will make us quit!"