Hey MCM community! 
*Note* I don't know if this is allowed here so if not please remove it
I was wondering if anyone in the community was into writing short creative pieces and if so whether we could get a thread going to share pieces we have written and support each other with input and feedback. This would also be great if we could contribute ideas to create a MCM creative short from community brainstorming
I currently have one short story which I am potentially going to look to turn into a novel if I ever find the time to work on it each day. So here is my short story:
Dark Essence Cabin (Horror Genre - Read at your own Risk)- 745 Words
Thank you
Once again if this is not allowed in this section then I apologise and shall remove the thread instantly
*Note* I don't know if this is allowed here so if not please remove it
I was wondering if anyone in the community was into writing short creative pieces and if so whether we could get a thread going to share pieces we have written and support each other with input and feedback.
This would also be great if we could contribute ideas to create a MCM creative short from community brainstorming I currently have one short story which I am potentially going to look to turn into a novel if I ever find the time to work on it each day. So here is my short story:
Dark Essence Cabin (Horror Genre - Read at your own Risk)- 745 Words
Doctors pin me down, restraining me with the customary tattered straight jacket. Doctor Sterben pierces my hands with hooks, disabling me from even the most basic movements. As the doctor approaches me I begin to fear what is about to happen. He whispers something which I will never forget: “Find the darkness and you shall be free.” Sterben stands up and starts screaming “Send him into the darkness! Let him unleash Chernobog, the accursed god!”
Dark Essence Cabin emits waves of darkness and gives the surrounding roads and white-topped mountains a sinister presence. Crows screech in the far distance, an omen for all things dark and demonic. The creaking bridge, leading to the forsaken house, is littered with broken planks, ready to collapse at any moment. Darkness traps the house in a prison of shadows, impossible to make out the detail until the great masterpiece stands proudly in front of wondering eyes. Trees standing as tall as skyscrapers drearily hang over the cabin creating monster-like shadows, guarding the house as if it is a prisoner to the darkness. Approaching the cabin only allows the shadows to secure their grasp on you, like Shinigami inviting you into death.
Creaking open, the door releases the stench of rotting flesh mixed with a woman's perfume. A lit lantern is visible in the centre of the living room, perched on an oak wood coffee table. Taking the first step inside the house, everything becomes more visible. Moose heads hang over every doorway, eyes follow you and faces look with sadistic grins as if these heads are possessed by a paranormal entity. A step on the floorboard is a tortured soul screaming for freedom. Scanning the entrance I begin to spot every fine detail; the curtains dripping with streams of blood, vases filled with dying roses, a fireplace, but no coal or wood burns there; only severed limbs and the souls of the tortured.
The walls are covered with picture frames. One in particular catches my eye, a fading image of a school… one hidden from my memories…
…I could not control my own body. Twisted fantasies of pain and death flooded my mind but this time the dream was real. Standing on the edge of my school roof I realised the sick reality which transpired. Clutching the 9mm Beretta, which I had used in my dreams one too many times, I pointed it towards my classmate’s head. He cried out begging for forgiveness for the sins he had committed. However, it was too late for his regret, too late for him to beg me for his life, too late for him to have any glimmer of hope. I pulled the trigger. With one last tear, his brains flooded the sky, landing on those who witnessed this nightmare unfold, and his body dropped earthwards before the lifeless piece of flesh and bone was impaled on the spiked fence. Terrified students launched themselves off the roof in fear they would share the same fate as the first sacrifice, their bodies crushed as they hit the solid ground. They began to run but it was too late now; bodies were slashed in half by the barbed wire stopping their escape. Seeing the pools of blood, I myself leaped into the void seeking oblivion…
… A figure stands proud and tall in the centre of the room, I hear a distant shout. “The darkness is alive within him! Wake up Patient Zero!”
Fragments of light beat against my sensitive eyes as they adjust to the surgical lights. Straps are torn from my arms, hooks are wrenched out of my feeble hands and I am forced to my feet by the satanic doctors.
Collapsing on the floor I can feel the black god within me. Chernobog wants to be unleashed and I am the only one who can set him free. Three words to unleash terror among the mortal domain, “Surge domine Chernobog!” The power is in my hands, I can turn this great beast against the very doctors who conjured him. Standing only a few feet away from Doctor Sterben I can feel the beast wanting his first sacrifice. Slavic chanting echoes in my brain as I can feel Chernobog claiming my soul as his own. “Surge domine! Chernobog!” the words forcing themselves out as if the monster within has released himself. My task is complete and I am free from the nightmare of this life. Sterben’s face is ashen white. He knows.
Dark Essence Cabin emits waves of darkness and gives the surrounding roads and white-topped mountains a sinister presence. Crows screech in the far distance, an omen for all things dark and demonic. The creaking bridge, leading to the forsaken house, is littered with broken planks, ready to collapse at any moment. Darkness traps the house in a prison of shadows, impossible to make out the detail until the great masterpiece stands proudly in front of wondering eyes. Trees standing as tall as skyscrapers drearily hang over the cabin creating monster-like shadows, guarding the house as if it is a prisoner to the darkness. Approaching the cabin only allows the shadows to secure their grasp on you, like Shinigami inviting you into death.
Creaking open, the door releases the stench of rotting flesh mixed with a woman's perfume. A lit lantern is visible in the centre of the living room, perched on an oak wood coffee table. Taking the first step inside the house, everything becomes more visible. Moose heads hang over every doorway, eyes follow you and faces look with sadistic grins as if these heads are possessed by a paranormal entity. A step on the floorboard is a tortured soul screaming for freedom. Scanning the entrance I begin to spot every fine detail; the curtains dripping with streams of blood, vases filled with dying roses, a fireplace, but no coal or wood burns there; only severed limbs and the souls of the tortured.
The walls are covered with picture frames. One in particular catches my eye, a fading image of a school… one hidden from my memories…
…I could not control my own body. Twisted fantasies of pain and death flooded my mind but this time the dream was real. Standing on the edge of my school roof I realised the sick reality which transpired. Clutching the 9mm Beretta, which I had used in my dreams one too many times, I pointed it towards my classmate’s head. He cried out begging for forgiveness for the sins he had committed. However, it was too late for his regret, too late for him to beg me for his life, too late for him to have any glimmer of hope. I pulled the trigger. With one last tear, his brains flooded the sky, landing on those who witnessed this nightmare unfold, and his body dropped earthwards before the lifeless piece of flesh and bone was impaled on the spiked fence. Terrified students launched themselves off the roof in fear they would share the same fate as the first sacrifice, their bodies crushed as they hit the solid ground. They began to run but it was too late now; bodies were slashed in half by the barbed wire stopping their escape. Seeing the pools of blood, I myself leaped into the void seeking oblivion…
… A figure stands proud and tall in the centre of the room, I hear a distant shout. “The darkness is alive within him! Wake up Patient Zero!”
Fragments of light beat against my sensitive eyes as they adjust to the surgical lights. Straps are torn from my arms, hooks are wrenched out of my feeble hands and I am forced to my feet by the satanic doctors.
Collapsing on the floor I can feel the black god within me. Chernobog wants to be unleashed and I am the only one who can set him free. Three words to unleash terror among the mortal domain, “Surge domine Chernobog!” The power is in my hands, I can turn this great beast against the very doctors who conjured him. Standing only a few feet away from Doctor Sterben I can feel the beast wanting his first sacrifice. Slavic chanting echoes in my brain as I can feel Chernobog claiming my soul as his own. “Surge domine! Chernobog!” the words forcing themselves out as if the monster within has released himself. My task is complete and I am free from the nightmare of this life. Sterben’s face is ashen white. He knows.
Thank you
Once again if this is not allowed in this section then I apologise and shall remove the thread instantly
