H.P. Roberts

Hey I’m HP I’m a new in writing but I love trying new styles and genres with my favourites with horror and fantasy. I’m he/him and bi

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H.P. Roberts

Hey I’m HP I’m a new in writing but I love trying new styles and genres with my favourites with horror and fantasy. I’m he/him and bi

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Burning Gas Is Always A Dim Light

H.P. Roberts

2 min read

“Really that’s what you’re wearing” the voice was low and soft yet each word felt as if boiling wax was dipping down my spine.

“W-what’s up with it” I tried to pull my T-shirt down more to make it less revealing hoping that, that was the problem like the night before. Nonetheless I tried keeping my voice quiet and kind trying to not sound like I’m questioning him, not wanting to deal with that arg...

Drama

Hearts Are Home

H.P. Roberts

1 min read

A building with four walls, a roof and a door. A house for those whom are as empty as it. A house, a place where emptiness finds itself. A house is a place where love is lacked. A house is a building that is not yet a home.

A home however is a place where love resides. A home is a place where every moment is cherished. Homes are made by families by blood or by bond. Home whether one room or one h...

Poetry

Strange Or Stranger

H.P. Roberts

1 min read

Pack of cigarettes fall to the ground, two hands reach down towards it, Mitchell glances up to see a stranger with short black hair reaching down towards them, their androgynous features capturing his gaze.

“Here” a unfamiliar voice mutters as a strange hand offers the cigarettes towards him, he remains unmoved his consciousness frozen captured by the stranger.

“These yours?” The unfamiliar voice ...

Mystery

Drama

Bloody Love

H.P. Roberts

1 min read

Red rivers flow like the Thames, hearts shatter like glass.

Love burns like a funeral pyre, the dead’s sleep awoken by unending desire.

Clawed figures glide across a chest with cursed lust.

The beings below stare with envy knowing that their long forgotten love shall never return.

Cursed to remain lost, crumbling ruins as the backdrop of the wretched massacred of cursed passion as innocent love.

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Poetry

Horror