To be Decided

This is a Fan Fiction. I own none of the Movie Characters or any part of their respective properties.

This is a collection of 24 flash fiction stories in a variety of genres.  From horror to action to romance there is something for everyone.

Science fiction (often abbreviated Sci-Fi or SF) is a genre of speculative fiction that has been called the "literature of ideas". It typically deals with imaginative and futuristic concepts such as advanced science and technology, time parallel universe, fictional space  extraterrestrial life. Science fiction often explores the potential consequences of scientific fiction

Science fiction, whose roots go back to anciemt times, is related to fantasy, horror, and superhero fiction, and includes many subgenres However its exact definition has long been disputed among authors, critics, and scholars.

Science fiction literature, film, television, and other media have become popular and influential over much of the world. Besides providing entertainment, science fiction can also criticize present-day society, and is often said to generate a "sense of wonder".

When I began writing the biography of Death, I was not sure where it would lead me. Real life inspiration and the darkest recesses of my mind competed to see which could be the more sinister. To a large extent I blindly followed them, and merely wrote down whatever sweet songs of madness they crooned to me along the trail. 

Like most writers I wrangled friends and relatives into giving me feedback. One, a millennial snowflake, was invaluable. They seemed to consider this fantasy nightmare I had created, to be some sort of manifesto. For the record this book is pure fiction. Fiction inspired by real world events in a few cases, but fiction nonetheless. Like all works of supernatural horror, this book is meant to be entertainment. It is perhaps a meditation on the zeitgeist of the modern west, but it is still as fictional as 1984 or A Christmas Carol. 

Another person seemed bothered by the apparent moral contradictions in my lead character. To this I can only say that a man is the sum of his contradictions. People love to apply the rules to others, but find reasons to grant themselves exceptions to their own rules. I did not want an incorruptible white knight monster. I wanted a complex and thinking human monster. To my way of thinking his inconsistency was his most human feature, even after he leaves his humanity behind. 

Should anyone find a mirror image to themselves in these pages, then it is only their own ego. The sum of this work has been so thoroughly washed in the waters of horror and fantasy that no living or deceased human could ever be reasonably compared to its contents. 

No rational person could ever compare the buffoons portrayed in these pages to a real life counterparts. Any person contending to the contrary is either a snowflake melting in the flames of my mad vision, or a lunatic in desperate need of having their mental faculties examined by a competent professional, I have time for neither. The fact that this book is fiction cannot be over emphasized. 
 
 -Arthur Thomas VanDelay May 2019

Death, a Biography, is a fictional horror novel. It is crass, violent, profane, and not meant for the light hearted reader. Imagine living in a world surrounded by fools. For years your frustration grows, and no matter what you try to do you cannot free yourself from the preverbal ideocracy. Nom DePlume is just such a man, only one day he is granted the dearest wish of his heart. Nom, a grad student working as a truck driver is: intelligent, well educated, and the sort of person who always can find a reason to have a chip on his shoulder. One day while driving in Texas he finds that he has the ability to wish death on those he hates. Being scientifically minded, Nom proceeds to experiment searching out the scopes of his new found powers. He begins in Texas, a state he despises. As he moves on from each experiment, he picks his prey to match some facet of modern western life that he hates. Each receive a fate customized to match what Nom feels they did wrong. Nom then travels home to Michigan after initially defining his new role in life. In Michigan he uses his powers to settle a few old scores and family business. A run-in with an old friend convinces him that he is being selfish for not using his god like powers to better mold humanity. The end of the book sees him taking on the leader of the free world. Nom now personifying Death, learns that he has a true foe, Life.Nom will return.

So finally volume two is finished and now it is time for a new theme and new characters to come. I wanted to do this idea for quite some time now. What I am talking about is the theme of Modern Horror. 
This volume is going to concentrate on the fears and anxieties that come with living in this fast and technological advanced era. This era that is characterized by a urban lifestyle. 
The place, where the stories of this volume will be located, is Leipzig. This is another aspect of this volume that I am personally hyped for. Leipzig is a city I have personally been to and I can say I love it. I figured the best place for me to describe realistic Horror experiences is a City I myself experienced. To introduce you to the city, Leipzig is located in East Germany with a population of around 600.000 people. It has evolved from a small trade city in the medieval times to one of the fastest growing cities of Germany (10th biggest at the moment). It has many cultural highlights and a wide variety of different districts that are unique in their own way and give a fantastic stage for some good stories. 
What fears or topics are going to be the centre of this Volume? The topics are going to be the unique experiences only the modern days make possible. Following that, there are not going to be any general fears that are independent from time and age. Every Story is going to focus especially on the characteristic that differentiates today from the past or future. No Science-fiction and no history.  Realism is what I am trying to strive for in this volume. A task that is not easy accomplished, especially within the horror genre. Humans tend to reject any ideas that would induce fear and label them as fictional, not because they are, but because this is a natural defends mechanism of human nature. I am going to try breaking that border between reality and fiction. I want my readers to look over their shoulder while reading this, because they heard something. I want to stimulate the corner of one's mind with this chapter. Of course this is not going to be easy and I am not going to say that I will definitely accomplish it, but I have to try at least.

Each chapter is independent, but each Volume has its own tale. The first Tale is about a Daemon, hungry for souls and a soul that struggles against him.


-Release rate: Im done with this website, im sorry to everybody hoping for new chapters. 

- new Cover made by: yaoyueyi (Thank you ^^)

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Genre

Magical Realism/Fantasy/Historical Fiction/Horror & Thriller/Romance Fiction/Science Fiction/Competitive Sports/Video Games/Eastern Fantasy/Realistic Fiction/ACG/Martial Arts/War & Military Fiction

Date

2019.11.25 ~ 2019.12.08

Deadline

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why waste time writing nothing? why the fuck not!

Where to start?
So I had taken a long break from writing, a very long one. I hadn't simply the fire/motivation/inspiration/daemon/that things that make you write.
If an idea came I trowed it into the trash bin: too bad, too unoriginal, to banal, this is not even a story, this is just boring.
I didn't write at all for most weeks.
Then I was very inspired by an idea, I had a calling to it. I decided to transform it into a novel, I was writing it even!
But I kept rewriting and editing the first few chapters, mostly because I wasn't sure what the story had to be about or what happened when at what moment. Was this event here appropriate? Was the character consistent? While this paragraph read so bad? What is the story about?
It didn't finish it.
One day something strange happened, I had a dream, a very interesting dream. That would make for a very interesting short story. Keyword short. It was too light-hearted for my standard so I create another fiction for it. The story was finished in a few days.
When I finished writing it something strange happened, I saw the November writer challenge announcement. I decided to participate in with my new fiction. Now I am writing daily more than I was writing monthly.
I never felt so tired and content in my life. This is not an exaggeration, I am feeling content after a long time.
I just like how simple it's. You write 1.6k daily and... stop, that is the entire challenge. It's good? Are you sure that you want to publish it? Does it fit your genre? Is it original? Who cares! This is the beauty of this challenge for me, you just need to write.
If you are wondering: Yes those stories are a mix and match of genres and ideas. And yes: there are also horror and Lovecraftian one, hope that you like them.
I will rewrite those stories after December, after that I will mark this fiction as complete. In the mid-time, this fiction is in hiatus.
Thanks to everyone who has been waiting for an update in a long time and all the people who support and supported me.

A black monolith stands before my eyes, images and letters of all sort are engraved, some normal, other bizarre, many confuse and contort, pictures of beasts and monsters confuse themself in the thin white letters that are all over the monolith, I realize that they are stories, stories on the Eldrich and unknown.

This is not a single story but a collection of short stories inspire by H.P. Lovecraft, E.D. Poe and other writers of strange fiction.

Read them in every order that you like.

The day was sunny and rather hot which was typical for the early days of June. People were enjoying the pleasant weather, trying to catch every minute of sun and blue sky, as they were so used to foggy weather in their native land. Many children played with the water of a fountain in the middle of city park. Water seemed refreshing in such circumstances, due to beautiful golden sun which was quite strong and could burn their skin if they stayed too long under it. In one word – the day was remarkable and it was impossible not to enjoy it. 
But one young woman didn't seem so happy, no matter how much she wanted to be. Sherry Cooke was on her way home from University, doing her best to hide the sorrow that was eating her heart from inside. A week ago she separated from her boyfriend, Jordan, that she dater for a few months. The reason for that was his cheating on her with another girl. But what's even stranger – Jordan wanted to be in a relationship with both girls simultaneously. Either it was some sick experiment with his own life or he might want to prove that he was a real man, or whatever else. Such things were unacceptable for Sherry, and when she found out, she declared about leaving him. But it wasn't the end yet – that crazy bastard just couldn't leave her alone, blaming her for abandoning him like that. He stated that separating from her wasn't his intention, that it was just for fun and such, but Sherry couldn't bear that the man she loved belonged to someone else beside her. A week has passed but Sherry was still heartbroken. It wasn't enough time to forget her love, and pain from losing him was still tormenting her.
As Sherry entered her flat, she was warmly greeted by her mother:
"Hello, dear. How are you today? How are studies going?"
"I'm fine, Mum," she replied "I spent much time in a library today. Had to search for materials for my thesis. I'm going to arrange a meeting with my professor next week, so we could talk things over, and I could present him the information I've found."
"I see," Mother said, looking sadly at her daughter "Now, dear, cheer up. I know it was painful experience for you, but you can't just mope like that every day."
"I know, I know…" Sherry sighed "I guess I just made a wrong choice."
"Exactly. He's not your type. But don't worry, such things may often occur in this life. You'll find your happiness. Your destiny is waiting for you somewhere."
"I hope so," the young woman replied, hugging her mother.
"You're just in time for lunch," mother said "it will be ready soon. I prepared your favorite dish, the Enchiladas. Richard will be glad as well."
"Oh, he's home?" 
"Sure, spending his time at the computer, as usual," mother winked.
Sherry went upstairs and peeked into her brother's room. He was sitting at his laptop and searching for something in Internet. She crept quietly behind his back and covered his eyes playfully. Richard got scared a bit by this.
"Hey, come on, what's the big idea…" he began, pulling her hands away "oh, it's you, sis. I didn't hear you coming. How's going?"
"Quite ok," Sherry said "I began working on my thesis. Today I spent most of the time in the library. Looking for info, you know…"
"Ah so… Have you already decided what theme it will be?"
"Well, I'd say so. I'd like to write about a specific theme – how horror fiction affects real life" Sherry explained, taking a seat on the chair.
"Um… what do you mean?" she noticed a spark of curiosity in her brother's eyes. "What exactly are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about people who were affected by horror fiction, which resulted in committing rather hideous acts," she replied.
"Hmm… you mean something like mass murders in schools, like Columbine?" Richard asked.
"Yes, I want to investigate similar cases. What I want to understand is why those people did what they did and what was the true reason for their acts. I know that many are into horror films, literature and other, so my goal is to dig deeper into it and find out the truth."
Richard frowned, hearing this explanation. He looked a bit worried.
"Erm… on the one side, it's interesting, no doubt… But… don't you think it's a bit risky?"
"Why's that?" Sherry raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think it might be risky?"
"Well, I thought, to find out more you have to interview those people. Of course, the ones that are still alive. You know, they are complete psychopaths who killed a bunch of people. That's what I find risky – talking with psychos that might harm you" he explained.
"Oh, I see…" Sherry smirked. "Well, there might be risk in it, but that's a psychologist's job. Don't you think so?"
"Yeah, I guess…" he sighed "all I want to say – be careful. I really wouldn't like you to get harmed, sis."
"Don't worry, I'm stronger than it might seem. I'm sure I can withstand it," Sherry replied while smile slowly faded from her face. Richard noticed that and frowned.
"Are you alright?" he asked. Sherry barely nodded. "Still sad about Jordan, aren't you?"
She looked at her brother with a little surprise in her eyes.
"Come on, sis, it's clear without words. You're still heartbroken, I know. But try to throw him out of your head. He's not worth a single hair of yours," he said, putting a hand on Sherry's shoulder. "I perfectly understand that he was your first love, but not the last one. He's just not your type."
"Well, maybe you're right," Sherry sighed "it's just painful to betrayed, you know…"
"Sure. No one likes to be betrayed," Richard agreed. "Do you know who's his new passion? I'm just curious whom he considered to be better for him than you."
"I was beyond shocked when I found it out," Sherry clenched her teeth in anger. "It's Vanessa Dier. I can't believe he preferred that slut! We were together for a few months, and here we are – a quick swap."
"Oh shit…" Richard widened his eyes. "Isn't it the one that mocks you all the time?"
"Yes, exactly. She didn't like me from the beginning when I started studies. All because I'm a totally opposite type and that Jordan was with me then. She was infatuated with him, so I guess it was the main reason she hated me. You know, she had many guys and liked smoking pot sometimes. And several other girls are her friends. Such companies don't accept those who are not like them. So, unfortunately, she's not the only one that mocks me. But I don't allow them to break me. I just ignore them, at least for now. But I can protect myself if needed."
"I see. Just don't let them humiliate you," Richard said "but you know, I'm just dying to punch that filthy bastard's face if I meet him one day, for all your suffering."
"Now, now, Richie, we've been through this already," Sherry frowned. "Don't start a fight. No need to get your hands dirty. He's not worth that. Also, you might have problems after that – you could be blamed for starting a fight and beating a human. So calm down, ok?"
"Ok, ok, if you say so," Richard winked to her. "But in case, I'm good at judo, you know."
"No doubt," Sherry smirked. "If it gets totally bad, then we will be the last to laugh."
"Right!" Richard approved, and both siblings burst into laughing when suddenly Mother's voice resounded from downstairs:
"Richard! Sherry! Time for lunch!"
"Alright, let's go then," Sherry said, standing up. "Can't wait to enjoy one of my favorite dishes."
"Yeah, me too. I'm hungry like hell".
Mother had already laid the table when both her offsprings came into the dining room. The air was filled with the aroma of Mexican dishes.
"Come, have a sit, my darlings," she said gently, putting a large plate of Enchiladas on the table. "I hope I succeeded in this Mexican stuff. I'm aware of how much you like it, so I tried to do my best. I'll make more when Harry comes home from work, so eat how much you want."
"Thanks, Mum," Sherry said, sitting opposite her brother. Mrs. Cooke then sat down herself and they began their lunch.
"How are your studies going, son?" she asked. Richard swallowed what was in his mouth and replied:
"Quite good. A few years more and I finally can become a lawyer, as I always wanted. When the last year comes, I will begin practice. So the professor said."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it. What about you, Sherry? What are your plans?"
"As I've told, I was searching information for my thesis. I told Richie about the theme I'd like to speak about. Rather specific one, but it's worth the time. I plan to write about the affection of horror fiction on real life."
"Hm… May I ask for details?" Mother asked.
"Sure. We know that people committed hideous crimes like the one in Columbine high school. For most part, the criminals were teens. And I've read that many of them were affected by some work of fiction in horror genre – film, game, etc. So I'd like to explore how this could happen. What exactly the motivations were and in which moment the border between reality and fiction started to blur. I think it's a good job for a psychologist, and if we manage to understand how it works, it might be possible to prevent such crimes in the future."
Mrs. Cooke was lost in thought for a few minutes and then spoke:
"That's an interesting theme you chose, dear. Maybe you could be right. I was somehow always sure that children play too much of shooting games and then try to imitate it in real life. And often they have no one to talk with. Such people indeed need the help of a psychologist."
"Or even a psychiatrist," Richard added. "I'm only worried about one thing. Sherry will definitely need to interview such psychos, and I'm afraid some of them might harm her."
"Come on, Richie, there will always be someone watching all the process behind the door. And if anything happens, they will intervene at once," Sherry huffed, rolling her eyes.
"All will be fine, son, don't worry. Sherry knows what she's doing. I have no doubt about her," Mother said with a gentle smile.
"At half past four I have to go and collect Lindsay from school," Sherry said. "Her mother has some meeting and father still will be at work. So they asked me to come for her. Mrs. Hawkins will be home approximately at six, so I'll take Lindsay for a walk till then."
"She sure loves you," Richard smirked. "Isn't her mother jealous?"
"Not at all," Sherry answered. "I'm like an elder sister for her. From the moment I stood up for her when she was bullied, Lindsay grew attached to me. And she's a very sweet little girl."
"Sure, dear. It's now one o'clock, so you can have a rest before you go," Mrs. Cooke said, putting a piece of meat in her mouth.
"Yeah, I think I'll take a nap for an hour," Sherry replied "and then I'll go for Lindsay."
Lunch had passed in a cheerful chat and laugh. Sherry helped her mother to wash dishes and then went upstairs. Richard was sitting at his computer again and Sherry went to her room to take a peaceful nap.
***
Jason Voorhees was walking around his territory, checking all the traps he had set. All these long months were so long and boring, no living soul has stepped in the territory of Camp Crystal Lake. All he could do in winter and spring was resetting the traps and just walk around without any job.
But now the situation has changed. The summer has just started, and it meant the beginning of camping season. Soon the teen campers will begin to visit this place, and Jason will finally get the chance to have his fun. 
And so he stood on the hill, watching the lake and waiting… patiently waiting…

A Psychology student Sherry Cooke finds herself in an abandoned camp in the forest, wondering how she could get there from the city center. All she could remember was walking home when suddenly a hand was pressed against her mouth, and darkness enveloped her. Now she has to look into the eyes of fear when she meets the infamous Crystal Lake Killer.

COPYRIGHT © 2019 Ahce Darato Torres

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This work is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, scenes, incidents and the plot itself either are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Dear Readers,

Good day!

This is one of the 6 new books that I have published and shared to the media; year 2019. It is called "Her Stone Cold Heart"

As the author, I welcome you all. Thank you for your efforts upon choosing to seek and read this book. Your curiosity to read indicates the interests you have; to be inspired, to learn new things, to explore the world of fiction, to enjoy your leisure time, to improve your life, to be motivated, to fill your cravings and to help you relieve stress.

I wrote all of the chapters and made the plot alone. Everything that you'll read from this book is purely made out of wild imagination and fiction. Every Chapter release (update basis) contains 1000+ words and I hope it will satisfy the readers' curiosity.

I am wholeheartedly giving credits and special thanks to Canva and Adobe Spark Post for making it possible to create such simple but elegantly amazing book cover.

WARNING: This book is rated SPG (Strong Parental Guidance) which is not suitable for ages 17 below. It contains scenes with themes, language, violence, sex, horror, or drugs, which may not be suitable for children. Strong parental guidance is advised, strictly for reading purposes only. The readers should be responsible enough to avoid enactment of the explicit scenes that the book contains.

Thus DO NOT READ this book if you do not want to read SPG rated stories.

The Author,

A. D. Torres

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WARNING: This book is rated SPG (Strong Parental Guidance) which is not suitable for ages 17 below. It contains scenes with themes, language, violence, sex, horror, or drugs, which may not be suitable for children. Strong parental guidance is advised, strictly for reading purposes only. The readers should be responsible enough to avoid enactment of the explicit scenes that the book contains.

Ignited by passion and despise, the 28 year old Alexandra Lewisville was caught in a most embarrassing mistake with the city's most eligible bachelor Skyler Penicillin. 

Skyler was trying to get over from his psychotic, manipulative and gold digging ex. But his ex tried seducing him at the bar. Upon making a lie, he spotted a woman who's getting herself wasted. He grabbed her and told her to ride along, and even proposed to her as he claimed her as his fiancée.

Alexandra on the other hand was pursued and pressured by his grandfather to get married. She doesn't know where to look for a husband who'll meet her standards. Luckily she took the opportunity when a man laid it out to grab.

The next morning they caught themselves signing a contract for marriage. However Skyler never thought that the woman is his best friend's little sister. Who has been recommended to date him for the past 12 years, but he avoided thoroughly because of her once nerdy appearance.

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"How did you become someone who's hotness drive people crazy? You're addictive" Skyler murmured

"You're just blind" Alexandra whispered back while she pinched his cheeks

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How will the two work on a lie that Skyler created as an escape from his psychotic ex? Will they be in a hopeless romantic fake relationship? or will they deny the fact that they're falling?

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