dark - Stories

A young man faces the torment of imprisonment in his own mind.

Forced to grow up quicker than most teenagers at eighteen Joshua is far more independent that anyone else his age. What if there is an irreparable rift between the one person who is supposed to understand you the most...your twin? Josh and Joe are completely identical but are different in every way possible. Joe is on a football scholarship and very popular with an amazing girlfriend. Josh is more reserved, throws himself into work to avoid his twin and the growing anxiety that he will never fill this void that's weighing him down.

The fate of one Darius Arahman is sealed, how he reaches that fate is told here.

This planet should be paradise. No one in thousands of kilometers, just nature and my archaeological excavation, my own camp with all the latest technology... Yeah, paradise, if it wasn't for my inbuilt fag hag, Lisa, who is out to make my showers shorter by cutting the warm water... and the hunk that is stalking me... and don't forget the fundies in Shboa, who are out to get me.

Kiorl is the right hand of the Devil, and sits on the left hand of the Prince of Hell, he is the third most powerful demon in the Inner Circle, and a cocky, confident, self-conceited son-of-a-bitch. But Kiorl's life isn't perfect, sharing the King's bed for political gain might be more trouble than it's worth, and apparently he has developed a conscience at some point in the last hundred years or so. Still, there's plenty of fun distractions to be had in the most favoured house on the hill.

This is where I will be publishing my dark poetry. There are times we are all a bit down. This ends up being the result.

By: Katya Dee Past always comes back to bite you in the butt, doesn't it? Especially if you never actually let it go and if you still long for it. Do you welcome it back or do you try to run away?

Two worlds divided by a thin line, joined together due to a peculiar anomaly. Two lovers met one fateful night. Their love gave rise to a child that would be heir to both.

I endured years of experiments at the hands of sadistic aliens. Barely eighteen, I've been rescued from the tiny cell and the years of enforced sensory deprivation. Lost, with no family or friends I can remember or would turn to if I could, I'm alone in the universe... except for the humans who saved me. The Captain. Zeke. Doc. A crew of misfit Rangers, a ragtag bunch operating just this side of legal--and often on the other side when circumstances are right--are not the kind to help someone “like me” recover. Captain wants to send me away, but I can't leave. No one else can touch me.

He's it for me, the strength I can't function without.

What the fuck are you looking at?