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February is a month that lingers. The days blur together, routines resume, and the world feels slightly off-kilter—like something shifted when no one was looking.
Every piece shared here will appear in Dark Descent: Whispers From Beyond. No rankings. No eliminations. Just two sentences designed to unsettle and stay with the reader. 🩸
📜 Submission Guidelines
Exactly two sentences.
Keep it restrained.
Keep it unsettling.
The decorations are gone. The noise has drained away.What lingers now is the heavy silence—the kind that presses in after celebration, when winter feels endless and the dark starts thinking for you.
January isn’t loud. It doesn’t need to be.This is horror born from stillness: empty rooms, unanswered messages, routines that feel slightly… wrong. The slow dread of starting again when something followed you through the door. 👁❄️
Every piece shared here will appear in January’s issue of Dark Descent: Whispers From Beyond. No rankings, no eliminations—just sharp, unsettling moments designed to crawl under the skin and stay there. 🩸
📜 Submission Rules
Exactly two sentences.
Make them cold. Make them quiet.
I think that we shall never see Death, which stalks both you and me.
Until it is upon us far too late not to attend our very own wakes.
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On a recent cruise, I realized that I wasn't scared of the deep, black ocean around me. I'm terrified of what lurks inside it.