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🕯️ NEW: A Hundred Words of Dread
Starting today, one drabble will be chosen every Monday morning to haunt the feeds of Dark Holme.
Want to be featured? Here’s how to slip your words into the dark:
📜 The Rules:
– Your story must be exactly 100 words
— no more, no less.
– Post it right here in the group.
– It must be your own original work
.– Horror, dark fantasy, or anything that lingers in the shadows.
– No AI-generated content.
– You may post as often as you like, but only one story will be chosen each week.
📌 Selected drabbles will be featured across all Dark Holme platforms every Monday, with credit.
Let’s see what you can conjure in just a hundred words.The shadows are listening.
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The Alcove
Sarah peeled back the plasterboard from the wall that had called to her since childhood. This was her mother’s house — her house now — and the oddly-shaped alcove in the master bedroom would be uncovered, birthing its treasure.
Jewels? Pirate riches? The inheritance of some long-lost aristocracy? When Sarah saw the glimpse of a wooden box beneath, her excitement grew. All those childlike imaginings chasing her through the bedroom like mother had.
Yet the wooden box wasn’t a chest. It offered no riches. Just a cold clarification of her girlish emptiness, wrapped in the broken promise of a tiny wooden casket.