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It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

She sat with her coffee on one side, the notebook in front of her, a pen in her mouth. If there was one thing she kept hidden from most of the world at large, it was the fact that she loved to write. The fact that she liked to write wasn't what was embarrassing, what was embarrassing was the fact that she wrote erotic romance. She never even wrote it on a computer for fear that someone would find it and trace it back to her. Every story she had ever written was written by hand, and she always took them with her, no matter where she went. This particular notebook that she was working on filling up was number ten. Two of them had been stolen in the burglary, and that was making her extremely n

I've never had a moon goddess take over my body before. I've never had a lot of things happen to me before. If the last year of my life has proven anything to me, it's that unicorns, werewolves, and ghosts are all real. The nightmares that exist in my story books are all true. Those authors knew something about the world that the rest of us could only dream of.

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As a means of continue writing, he keeps his grandparents close to his heart and mind for always encouraging him to not give up. Brandon Ebinger Brandon Ebinger is a horror/dark fantasy author who lives in upstate New York with his fiancé and two cats. He holds a BA in creative writing. He enjoys horror films,Gothic rock and punk music and video games. He is a huge fan of haunted attractions, and spends October as a haunt actor. Brandon has written four horror/dark fantasy novels, Ash, Hollow Hills, The Afflicted and Rose. He has also published a handful of short stories within the genre. He has recently finished his most recent novel Broken Night and is at work on a new one.

Jessika Sims is an Australian author of fantasy horror. Her nightmarish monsters are the stars of her writing; created by her real-life fears of spiders, heights, and anything resembling horror. Jessika lives in the suburbs of Port Stephens and uses her experience of the changing landscapes she grew up in to create her own world and characters through her own style of writing. Transamagei is her first novel.

Underneath, in block letters: W.R. ROANE – KEY AUTHOR AUTHORITY: HIGH ACCESS: PARTIAL Besides that, the tiny pen icon pulsed like a heartbeat. My stomach lurched. The thought of all those anonymous, faceless watchers seeing my face blown up that big made my skin crawl. The word AUTHORITY under it made me want to laugh and throw up at the same time. “So that’s new,” Jax muttered at my shoulder. “Congrats, horror girl. You’re trending.” The ground thrummed.

He was blatantly having fun enjoying his supremacy. Otaku was virtually savoring each woman that stood there with his evil sorcery. Ugly bites if his nails and marks of fingers swept on the feminine's body. His breathe went heavy for the amount of woman he fucked just by throwing a look at them. The complete community of people shivered with fear at his sinfulness. He was standing in the midst of the vast hall with millions of people terrorized and surrounding him.

I couldn’t go back to sleep, I was scared of my own mind, having an overactive imagination turned to be a curse in lonely nights, every sound, every murmur my brain translated and turned into a monster hiding in the darkness. “A story, but you are the writer between the two of us,” she says in a reply with a chuckle, she’s right usually I’m the one who makes up the stories, I’m the author, and I’m really proud about it. “I know, but tonight, I need you to do it,” I say in a sad voice, it was more of a whisper, I can’t tell her a story, not with how scared I’m feeling right now, my story would be one about ghosts, fear, demons that lurk outside your home and not the one under the bed ready to

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