Script
Who We Am vs Who Am We?
“We’d like to have a word with you.” “Y-y-yes?” “Another woman." "I beg your pardon?" "Just talking to myself. Shall we get started? Let’s see, I have your papers here. It all boils down to this, really. Are you one of us? And I mean, really...one of us?”
By Gerard DiLeo2 months ago in Fiction
HellFire
**The Myth of Hellfire: Origins, Meanings, and Cultural Power** The image of hellfire is one of the most enduring and emotionally charged symbols in human history. Across religions, mythologies, and literary traditions, fire has been imagined as the ultimate instrument of punishment, purification, and divine justice. The idea that immoral or disobedient souls will suffer eternal torment in flames has shaped moral systems, inspired fear and obedience, and influenced art, politics, and culture for thousands of years. Yet hellfire, as commonly imagined, is not a single, fixed doctrine. Rather, it is a myth that evolved over time, shaped by social needs, symbolic thinking, and cultural exchange. Examining the myth of hellfire reveals less about the afterlife itself and more about humanity’s attempts to understand morality, suffering, and cosmic order.
By Dragon Matthew Wood - Hillman2 months ago in Fiction
The Butler’s Ledger. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Angela Harrington’s husband Paul had always collected curiosities. Old clocks, Victorian dolls, strange silver trinkets. But the little bell he brought home from a London estate sale was different.
By Mr. Usevolod Voskoboinikov2 months ago in Fiction
Eclipsing Eternity
ACT I: THE AWAKENING Scene 1: The Prophecy and The War (Stage washed in deep crimson and gold. A massive celestial wheel hangs suspended in the backdrop and turns with slow gravity. Low fog creeps along the floor. Thunderous drums build beneath an orchestral swell. Stylized combat unfolds as soldiers from the Empire of Dawn and the Kingdom of Dusk collide in ritualized movement. Steel flashes. Flags burn. The entire field pulses with a harsh and beautiful rhythm.)
By Fatal Serendipity3 months ago in Fiction
The Night the Witch Stopped Waiting”
They said she haunted the forest long before the village ever existed. Some said that she had walked the earth for centuries, untouched by time. Others believed she was already dead, a wandering spirit wearing the memory of a woman's face. But the truth was far simpler, and far sadder: she was waiting.
By iftikhar Ahmad3 months ago in Fiction










