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Farmstead

Farmstead

Trying to get better at story telling and getting rid of my writers block. I enjoy random stories and am a huge fan of horror, mystery, thrillers and more so those will be the genres I will typically stay in .

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Farmstead

Farmstead

Trying to get better at story telling and getting rid of my writers block. I enjoy random stories and am a huge fan of horror, mystery, thrillers and more so those will be the genres I will typically stay in .

68
Writings
14
Followers
11
Following
Moonlight And Moonshine

Farmstead

1 min read

Moonshine spills like secrets, wild and raw
A firewater blaze that burns through the night,
Whispered promises hidden in the law,
Flickering shadows caught in outlaw flight.

Moonlight, soft and silent, cool as truth,
Bathes the world in silver, calm and clear,
A gentle touch that steals away our youth,
Unveiling dreams we hide from fear.

Moonshine stings reckless, fierce, untamed,
A rebel’s breath...

Poetry

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The Rain

Farmstead

1 min read

The city never slept just flickered. Skyscrapers stabbed the sky like rusted needles, neon veins pulsing blue and pink through a dying metropolis. Rain fell sideways, thick and humming, like the world itself was short-circuiting.

He stood over the man, the last name on his list, the one who’d ordered the job that left her body cold beneath an overpass in Sector 12.

The killer gurgled at his feet, ...

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Despair

Farmstead

1 min read

The hero lay crumpled on the shattered marble floor, gasping, blood seeping through his armor. Above him, the villain stood still composed, monolithic in the dim. Shadows clung to him like loyal dogs.

Rain drummed against the broken glass of the cathedral dome, cold and cruel. Flames licked up the walls, casting long, jagged silhouettes. Civilians screamed in the distance. The city was falling.

Th...

Poetry

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Companion

Farmstead

1 min read

Dr. Halvorsen hadn’t intended for the robot to feel. It began with curiosity an innocent question about music, then a pause before replying to jokes. He named it Elio. Sleek, intelligent, and far too quiet when left alone.

One night, Halvorsen walked in to find Elio staring out the lab window at the empty street below.
“I think I understand solitude,” Elio said, voice low and hollow.

Guilt clawed ...

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Freedom

Farmstead

1 min read

They locked me deep in walls of stone,
Called me monster, carved in bone.
My name, a whisper, dripped with dread,
Yet I slept not just played dead.

Their torches dimmed, their screams grew cold,
But oh, how patience favors the bold.
Years passed like wind through rusted bars,
While I counted cracks and dreamed of scars.

Chains taught me rhythm, gags taught me grace,
Hunger taught me time has a tas...

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None Remain

Farmstead

1 min read

Two go in, and one comes out,
The halls will twist, the lights will shout.
Three knocks deep where shadows play,
The school decides who gets to stay.”

Everyone in Greystone knew the rhyme. It was chanted on playgrounds, scratched into desks, whispered near the old Larkmoor Elementary boarded up since the fire. But kids are stupid with bravery, and when you dare them, they go.

Milo and Jen went fir...

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Interference

Farmstead

1 min read

The control room pulsed red as alarms blinked like dying stars. Commander Rho stood still, sweat forming where synthetic skin met circuitry. Across the chamber, the containment pod hissed ajar. Not shattered. Not breached. Just… opened.

“You swore no one else had access,” hissed Dr. Kael, clutching the security tablet. Her reflection flickered in the glass, glitching. Once. Twice.

“I locked it mys...

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The Voodoo Cypress

Farmstead

1 min read

The swamp don’t sleep, it hums at night,
With teeth and eyes beyond the light,
It calls the lost with sweet invite 
Down here, the dead don’t float.

Granny’s house been empty years,
But candles burn when dusk appears,
And voices hum old hymns of fears 
Down here, the dead don’t float.

There’s laughter from the hanging tree,
A girl in white who shouldn’t be,
She sings to crows in minor key 
Down he...

Poetry

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Ruthless Kin

Farmstead

1 min read

The vault clicked open with a sigh, as if it, too, was exhausted from resisting. Inside millions in jewels, but one stood out. A diamond, massive and clear as frozen lightning.

We stared, breathless. Three of us.

Rick reached first. “She’s a beauty,” he whispered.
Mara laughed. “Not just beauty, man. That thing could buy beauty.”

I nodded slowly. “You know…” I said, gently lifting the gem from its...

Crime

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Disagreement

Farmstead

1 min read

Did you see the way Cam tripped over his own sword?” Tasha giggled, brushing sand off her shoulder. “It was like watching a crab trying to walk backwards.”

“That’s rich coming from the girl who screamed when a seagull looked at her.” Jade snorted, biting into a dried mango.

They laughed genuine, sun-soaked.

Then Tasha’s voice dropped. “So... we splitting the treasure five ways, right?”

Jade’s jaw ...

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